This is about a girl, I'm sure you’ve never heard of
but she’s walked the same halls as you
Sat in the same cafe, laughed in the same manner
Only never made you wonder

This is about a girl, oh she’s run away
Deep into the jungle,
Where the memories will perish
And her body’ll surrender

This is about a girl, what is she upto now
Standing quiet like a feather
Her eyes pierce like knife
I couldn’t help but smile

You don't understand

I've fought fire, like you've fought grace
I've fought desire, just like you've fought to get past your drunken days.
and if there was, ridiculously, for even a moment
a chance for us,
I would know.
I've wished for nothing else.

"Hello?!"
              I don't know
                         You're knocking at my door
But I'm already lying face down on the sofa
                with my socks on the floor.
          The sun is out,
                   the air is cold,
I don't understand what business you got   here
             just knocking on my door.
So maybe I'll turn down the volume on the TV,
                 Pull the pillow over my head
    and hush myself to sleep.
          Quietly and "unconsciously"
I'll let this one go.
                                 "Hello?!"
                                         Hit the road.

I’m home again, but
home is not the comfort of my own bed, or the warmth of my mother’s hug, but
the sorrow that fills this entire heart and the dread in which it drowns
it’s not the sound of my father’s laugh, or my sister’s freshly brewed cold coffee, but
the hopelessness that seethes into these bones, these veins, and
the loud growls of my defeat.