i saw your eyes,
over fork and knife,
wondering of your day's last light.
will it be your time,
or is it mine?
no son of yours,
would be so kind.
held glass, not hands,
for things i couldn't stand.
deprived of sleep,
to sift through sand.
i pray that nightmare doesnt come,
when i will be the only one,
a self-taught lie, now come undone.
the things you saw, i'll never see,
the better side inside of me,
who pawned your love,
for one more drink.