Telegraph. Telephone. Tell a friend I'm leavin'. Heard you left. Me alone. But I'm here still breathin'. 'Cause she's in me. Tell me where you've gone.
She stares at the moon. Her rhythms out of tune. The memories of the past. At the bottom of her glass. And resting on her cheek. The imprint of his ring.
Wake up. It's time to get your things together. And drive away. Breathe out. Future days will treat you better. That's what they say. . Another day. Gone without a say.