losing

Wait up for me
I won't be too long
I'll watch my liquor if you stay by the phone
I'll give you a call
When I'm on my way home
Let's share a bottle of your favorite Merlot

Stumble up the stairs
I know I'm too late
And a little bit drunker than you'd like me to be
I know you're not sleepin'
I hear it in your breathin'
Wish you'd turn around so I could kiss you goodnight

I know it's a fight
And I know that I'm losin'
You slip a bit further from me every time
I tell you I love you
And you roll your blue eyes
And say that my lover is a bottle of rye

I wish I could see you close your eyes like you used to
Feel your heart beatin' on my ribs one more time
Walk down to the kitchen to pour out another
Little brown glass before I close my eyes

Face down on the table
Is where you will find me
You tell me you miss me
And I wanna cry