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Her cigarette tip crackles with a fiery orange glow as she ponders what the hell she’s doing on her porch at 5 am. Bowing her head and curling up seems like the obvious treatment, and her eyes close with a depressing and deafening thump.
Her mind once again runs rampant with miserable thoughts because once again she’s alone in a horribly silent house and all she can wonder is what she’s done to deserve this wretched life, chock-full of loneliness and self-loathing.
She thinks back on a time when she seemed truly happy and wishes with all her might that she could somehow travel back to that time and make everything perfect again... what she would do differently this time to ensure a life full of kisses on the palm of her hand and 7 am shuffles in his bed followed by snores and comfort. She’s sure that if somehow she could go back she’d make everything perfect this time around.
The eruption of a car alarm rudely awakes her from her fruitless daydreaming and delivers back the cruel reality that she’s still just a lonely girl, sitting alone on a balcony in a silent and disappointing town.
The lyrics repeat in her head: “Say goodbye to gravity, hold on to me. The passing stars light the way. The future’s here today, it’s you and me tonight… leave it all behind.”
The edges of her lips curl sadly down because she knows… the sad truth is that it’s only her tonight, and anything left behind will be right there, anxiously waiting to be taken care of in the morning.
She’ll fall asleep wondering how and when she got stuck in a life that doesn’t seem to be hers anymore.