Swore she'd only daydream on morning walks
Now her strolls around the park canvas the city blocks
Traded tangled sheets in for five a.m.
Needed to shed her soul, so she’s running again
Tried self-help, therapy, medication
Yoga, kava, crystals, meditation
The doctors all say she's getting too thin
But her mind's as heavy as it's ever been
Cause at each turn, the roads merge down Memory Lane,
Took the express way last night to detour her pain
Hopped on a fast lane, bypassed neurocircuitry
Saved his number in her phone as "Dopamine”
Perhaps a mind's only fine when it pretends
Must be why it always begins again
But she wants to want to want it to end
So she spends her days reading books
And her nights writing them
Still, all the prose echos, what's done is done
In throes, solatium will never come
Cause he's just too stubborn to succumb
Could never make the right choice
Until he tried all the wrong ones