Please...

The cold look in your eyes makes my tears freeze in place
I don't know why you pull away, but I can feel the distance growing
My core longs for your sweet embrace
I hate the worry, the unease, the unknowing

The sweet smell of brandy and the warm trail it tickles down my throat
One cup, two cups, three cups, now I begin to lose count
Warm hands clasp around my back and my mind begins to float
The sweet smell of alcohol comes closer and my fears begin to mount

Wont he know?
Will he be able to just tell?
Will he notice im aglow?
If he does find out, won't he yell?

The hands climb lower and my fears slip away
The abyss of darkness engulfs them
I think one thought, "Oh how cliche"
It was only last week i thought this of him

My guilty concience makes our time together longer
Days go by and the wall grows high
I try to make the climb but those same hands pull stronger
And the last words o can manage to utter, are good-bye