Don’t close your eyes
I smell the whiskey on your breath
Third day this week
Once again you had too much
Once again you took too much
Why must I love you so much?
Do not close your eyes now
I am afraid you may not wake up
They could serve your blood at the bars
Right now you are less blood than mistake
Trying to drown the secret scars
But what price will it take?
Do you remember?
the day you staggered home?
Tripped on the rug
that has always been there
Past the person
who had always been there
What would you have done
If I had not been there?
When your head smacked the wood
Did you hear me calling?
Don’t close your eyes
You must stay awake this time
Don’t close them yet
Not yet my love
I remember sitting in my car
Watching the stars pass by
Laughing about everything and nothing
The old church passing by
Cornfields dance in the moonlight
And I saw your smile in the glow
That stupid grin
I knew I loved you then
In that moment
Don’t close your eyes I said
Remember this.
Don’t close your eyes
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