She's Just Like Guinevere...

She's got a bumper like a billboard covered in stickers of her favorite band.
She's got a handful 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 pockets.

She should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop it.
Forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul, that never rolls.

For as much as she stumbles, she's running.

For as much as she runs she's still here.
Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven, to make the damage of her days disappear.
Just like Guinevere.

She don't hold onto nothing new for very long.
She'll write you in as just one more tale and then you're gone.
She once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guard and no one gets to stay, it's just too late.

For as much as she stumbles, she's running.

For as much as she runs she's still here.
Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven, to make the damage of her days disappear.
Just like Guinevere.