The cheese stands alone
Sits alone and cries alone
She tells her guitar her troubles
It’s not so much the fact
That some don’t want to
It’s just that no one does
She walks on a crimson line
Tossing and turning
Trapped in her nightmare
She shouldn’t complain
But she can’t continue to pretend
She made a promise to herself
And she intends to keep it
Although, it could be stupid too
It could be a waste of time,
Energy and a loss of experience
There are two promises now
Semi-conflicting, but also the same
Rushed with stares and smiles
If she wanted to just run away
Could she head on over to your place?
The strange but familiar substance
Isn’t something to fear, especially
While new, close and
Compassionate friends are near
She needs to sit back, breathe and
Start to believe in the present
It’s like these good things are slipping
Through her fingers, sinking in quicksand
But no one is leaving
It’s all in her head, her stupid head
She rides in cars and then all of the sudden
That song comes on
Flashback memories of the one
And so she doesn’t really know what to do now
Slams on the guitar and races the car
Nothing matters, but everything does
What she would do to just be special
Man, whatever.