"losing" lyrics

Wait up for me
I won't be too long
I'll watch my liquor if you stay by the phone
I'll give you a call
When I'm on my way home
Let's share a bottle of your favourite merlot

Stumble up the stairs
I know I'm too late
And a little bit drunker than you'd like me to be
I know you're not sleeping
I hear it in your breathing
Wish you'd turn around so I could kiss you goodnight

I know it's a fight
And I know that I'm losing
You slip a bit further from me every time
I tell you I love you
And you roll your blue eyes
And say that my lover is a bottle of rye

I wish I could see you
Close your eyes like you used to
Feel your heart beating on my ribs one more time
Walk down to the kitchen
To pour out another
Little brown glass before I close my eyes

Face down on the table
Is where you will find me
You tell me you miss me and I wanna cry