She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.
Her ring finger tan line was fading
But the emotional damage remained.
She felt like she had wasted precious years
Of her youth and only herself was to blame.
The music blared and the lights lowered
As the couples filled the dance hall.
Her red curls cascaded and her lips curled into a smile
When he extended a hand and said, “You wanna waltz, doll?”
He twirled her around for what seemed like days,
As Chris Stapleton serenaded her heart.
She danced, she drank, and she laughed
And she tried relentlessly to keep from falling apart.
She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.