He crawls into the room
Her black eye from last night keeps her awake
She recognizes the stench
It's that brand-name beer they tried to sell her on late
night TV
When she was a kid

He can hear her breathing
Shut up you bitch I'm trying to sleep
She presses her face to her pillow
Blood eyed death is ready to take her to safety
But she backs down once again

There's no moral to this story
Shit, I don't even know if it's true
All I know is that it happens to her
And, damn it
It could happen to me too