I sleep in different beds, now.
I'm going out of my head, now.
Needed intervention but it's too late
I'm afraid you missed that chance.
You can't save me now, I'm flying toward the sun.
Keep on digging, babe. Soon it'll be a grave.
Would you like to lay in there?

I wasn't something else and I'd like
to be like all the other girls.
You couldn't love me at all
not at my best, not at my worst
certainly not when I was giving it all

/something I never added to a song I had in my head, around August 2017