I will not hit you   Or punish you although you ask me to   I will not   But I now think about it at times      There's an unsettling here and I don't   Know what to do to keep it at bay   I don't know right from wrong anymore   But I wanted to keep you with me in   Every way, but I can't      But still I recall with faintness your hair   And the sacrilegious words that would fall   In the deadest of air   It was not from violence   Nor abandonment   It was just collapse      There was a whiskey bottle in her purse   That we would take to the moves or into shows   And in the back, in the darkness, we would kiss   And that's what I'll remember of you