Lost so much,
She has so much to fear,
She sat in her room,
She's drowning in beer,
A means of escape,
From the harsh conditions of mortality,
She needs to take her a little trip,
Over the far away sky,
To ensure she doesn't drown,
On missions of unquestionable love
Her heart he ripped to silver threads,
The strands all made of silver foil,
As you wrap round your turkey,
For thanksgiving day,
What has she got?
Got to be thankful for today?
Okay, she has health, and a little wealth and a family to contort and distort,
Other than that she's not got a thing
Her heart's trussed up in a paperback knot,
All ******* with silly string!
(C) Livvi