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eyes ain't closed, brother, i can

see you

see you

twitchin' and stumblin'

i can see you lookin' for answers to the questions being pounded onto your shoulders and you ain't got no glasses to see me with, brother, you lost 'em in the fray, you know, like you were too messed up to realize that your eyesight had just gone to hell

so i hide here in the window of your room

i can see you

makin' your way across the dark winter-burnt lawn, a parent on each arm to hold your sorry ass up so you don't fall on your face, add to the bruises

i can see you through this window, through my

child eyes wild eyes, can see you try to explain

open the window just a crack and i can hear you too,

ears ain't closed, brother, i can

hear you

hear you

slur and spit

i can hear you retch after i've snuck from your room, sat on my floor and tried to block out the sound

later, brother, i'll open your door while you're unconscious on the bed, i'll curl up on your rug and sleep, try to protect you until i wake at dawn, let the sun watch over you as i crawl into my own bed

afraid and changed.