Say things you don't mean

So hard to believe

She's spent decades

Huddled in her lonely soul

Every night she 

Walks along an empty road

Dirt and gravel biting

Drawn to your abandoned home

You invite her

Rest her feet upon the ground

Seconds become hours

Finding who you might be now

Say things you don't mean

So hard to believe

Wake up in a dream

Wake up and repeat

Piece together 

Fragments of your lonely soul

Maybe then you just might 

Have the space to make a home

She seems anxious

What if she might run away?

Play yourself the fool to

Find your muse another day