covered in stickers of her favorite band.
She's got her hand full of records,
that she turns to when she needs to land.
She's a Saturday night parade, through the streets,
that all eyes come to see..including me.
She carries memories around, like souvenirs down in her pocket,
She should have let some go, but can't seem to drop it.
Says forgiveness ain't nothing,
but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul,that never rolls.
For as much as she stumbled,
she's running.
For as much as she runs,
she's still her.
Always hoping to find something quicker than Heaven,
To make the damage of her days, disappear.
Just like, Guinevere.
If you've never heard this song, it's called Guinevere by Eli Young Band.
Check it out, it's beautiful.
Goodnight everyone.
-K.
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