Here's To Hoping

I've got used to the sound of your breathing
When you sleep so soundly next to me.
And what I say goes in one ear and out the other
And that's alright with me.

Oh hunter don't you know you're hunting me.
Sleep tightly, sleep nightly, sleep waiting there for me
To come around and find the way back to your cave
To figure out how to be brave.

And here's to hoping.
Take a shot from this bottomless glass
And pray to God and hope to Nod
That this drink will not and never be my last.