Don't Leave - Peter Wolf Crier

Don’t you leave

When I work you up in the middle of the night

It was to see me on the ground

It was hurting me that I hurt

That I hurt you

When we were young

We hold our breath under for as long as it took to

Hear our hearts pound

It was comforting not to be rescued

So don’t rescue me

When you drink

You love me more with each story you repeat

But when I leave without a sound

You’ll burn my things and send money

You send money to me