"City of Awareness"

Katie traveled sixteen-hundred miles
To escape the city of awareness
She shed her instant gratification
In all fairness she left her metaphor
Not because she didn't love him anymore
But because his pleasure had turned to lust
A gust of wind chilled her skin
And she realized she had, had enough

So she paid the fair
So she hopped the bus

With every passing mile
Tore a gash in her chest
Every tear she shed was for the better
Was for the best
But still she couldn't help but remember
The love she'd put to rest
The tangible bit of happiness
In the bureau behind the cellar door
The key made for just one lock
Underneath the marked floor board
And should the paint wear off
Her bobby pins are prepared
But you know the answer isn't in there, hunny
The answer is in your head

Katie likes to watch the snow fall
As a monument to obvious change
Katie writes about her down fall
To document her pain
Katie likes for me to hold her
Takes weary comfort in knowing
That nothing will ever be the same