She put on makeup and curled her hair,

wore a led zeppelin t-shirt,

kissed the moon without care,

feet planted straight in the dirt,

whispered magic melodies,

from Tennessee to Colorado,

houses built in trees,

in songs, we know,

she got a tattoo,

to fill the missing space,

don’t know what to do,

without his grace,

so she learned to love herself,

the way he never did,

bottled up on a shelf,

were the things they would forget,

to not remember,

she’s failing,

every September,

she’s sailing.


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