Please don't let my last memory with you be my last memory of you. Illusioned as it may be, I still want to believe that you are wonderful. Why does it take intoxication for you to appreciate me? What is it in the liquor that can break through that heart of steel exterior? In sobriety, at the core, you are still the man I've seen when the drink breaks you down. Don't you know, he's beautiful? I'll bear my heart, I'll bear my soul, time and time again, in hopes that one day, you can be transparent with me, for real. I don't ever want you to feel alone. I'll be standing here, waiting on you... to let me in... on your terms.
Will you please let me in...?
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