Every time she listens to Polly Jean Harvey
She remembers a time and place she's missing
Wonders if living will ever be that good again
Blindsided by a life she tries desperately not to hate
Can't believe she let herself get this judgemental
The only time she enjoys the weather is when it rains
Crack open another bottle
Just one quick guilty swallow
To fill up the empty, hollow part of a
Soul
Criticise, rationalize, pace the floor and fantasize
About the last time it made sense to get out of bed
Maybe this is the day she'll sit down and write
Friends she's never met
Reach out across the Internet
Send her messages of hope
She laughs at with wry regret
There's got to be a better way to make it
Through the night
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