She likes to go to bed wasted
then nothing can keep her awake
not even the omens of her kitchen
standing five four in cheap glasses
and rolling over in her dreams

Ain’t no drunk like wine drunk
and it makes her want to hold
something warm and soft
talk about how she figured out that
she has nothing figured out

She doesn’t get why I’m scared of bears
just that bears seem like the only thing
larger than her larger than life
but they shake hands(her and the bear) 
by a lake in my dream
and make a deal to leave me be