and she stands there unlit cigarette in hand filling up that empty hole with anything that’ll pour, insides hanging out like a flare, warning. there’s beauty in that pain, can you see it? she’s crashing through life with seat belt hands one accident away from a miracle and there’s an honesty there, but I can’t take it all in. she hides the worst of it in the wrinkles. that’s the ache you get when there’s no where else to go and she’s got no where else to go, she doesn’t want to go there. so I promise I’ll go with her.