With weekends spent hittin' the ***** bars all across town That broken smile matches her broken shoes and her broken soul People always wonda' why she puts herself in the position she's in She hardly knows any more than they do All there was were long days and short nights An' I guess that became too much for her 'Cause she lost herself inside, where her heart was kept After that one guy broke her heart so many months ago She's tryin' to recover Hardly working dontcha think To try and fix yourself when there ain't nothin' left to fix The gears inside are rusted stop and no amount of oil could change that But does it really matter? When nothin' is right anymore And nothin' is worth anythin' more than a lonely night spent in a hotel room Somewhere off the in'erstate An' all the tears wasted on somethin' long gone go to waste Dontcha think? 'Cause he ain't gonna hear 'em anyway Hardly even gonna feel 'em 'cause he doesn't even care The bouncers at the bars don't either But at least they let her in
Decided to put a little description into a poem for once. That didn't work very well. I am very flummoxed and confused these days it seems. And so I just wrote down things in my head.