The lone little, bone brittle widow
Found herself home for the first time
Hold on

And the twist top, pop to the pill form medicine
Wouldn’t come off
She was Sold on

To escape from her fate, somehow to relate
She got online and she told one,

I don’t want to be alone, but you can’t come to my home
And she thought to herself “I’m a bold one” and cried….

Used to be I knew who and what I am
And I used to see, it was all part of a plan,
Now I’m lost at sea, I never learned how to be strong
Will you wait for me? Or will you simply move along?
She paused for sec, to reflect and reject
All thoughts and the doubts grab a cold one

Gonna meet down the street with a shrink, get a drink,
and hopefully she’ll get to hold one

She worked up the nerve, to served up a curve,
Gonna take her husband’s bike, Its an old one,

As she walked out the door, so sure of the cure,
She thought to herself “I’m a gold one.” And cried……

Used to be I knew who and what I am
I used to see it was all part of a plan
Now I’m lost at sea, I never learned how to be strong
Will you wait for me? Or will you simply move along?

In the trace of the space laced thick with her lipstick
She set out gonna own one

Didn’t think of the link of the drink to the kick
It had been so long since she’s on one…

She jumped up, hopped on, peeled out, top down,
Ready for the night though she stole one

But she wasn’t ready, steady and her hand slipped grip gone,
She went splat, now she’s no one..

She’s gone….She’s gone on…..