Wine and Whiskey

Wine and Whiskey
© 2009 Irene & Reed
Closer to Home
Lyrics by Leslie I. Benson 2002

Amnesia in the morning light.
We became more than friends – once or twice.
Now you’re curled up like a child
beside me on the pillow.
Too much wine and whiskey.

When you wake, will you forget your sins;
go on pretending we never left where we began;
crawl on home to your girl—the one that calls you “lover”
and then, will I lose you again?
I don’t want to lose you again.

If I knew what was best for me, I’d have moved on a
long time ago. I’d have curled my fingers into fists and told you “No,” but I’ve
got a weak spot in my heart, and a weak spot in my belly,
’cause I’m hungry, oh so hungry for your love.

How often do you whisper to her
of your love and all that is “pure?”
When not twenty-four hours ago—you fell
into my arms with a fury. A fury!

If I knew what was best for me, I’d have moved on a
long time ago. I’d have curled my fingers into fists and told you “No,” but I’ve
got a weak spot in my heart, and a weak spot in my belly,
’cause I’m hungry, oh so hungry for your love.