September Eyes

I still see those September eyes
in my dreams
running from the walls that tumble down
as you sleep in the passenger seat
its out of my hands for now
stay...
dont just walk away
Will the visions ever escape me
driving towards Mexico
looking for a liquid cure
to fill my arm
so I cant see
those September eyes
and Im drunk as hell
on the interstate
under a bridge is the most comfortable place
sometimes
when the pillows smell of you
with your September eyes