Abby in the Abyss

Underneath a fading light
She takes one more stumble towards home
At this chilling hour of the night
It's so hard not to feel alone

Her sister's got a handful with a family
And Johnny's got his poker club
The seagulls aim their flock towards the Atlantic
But she's got a nose dripping blood

Down two shots before lunch
That second one just felt so sweet
Her fretful brother's got a hunch
She might not make it through the week

Seems everyone's just got a basis
Some way for them to pass the time
For a hand that shakes devoid of a purpose
It's impossible to draw a line

Underneath a fading light
She stumbles away, alone
At this chilling hour of the night
All rotted down to the bone

Seems everyone's got a reason
Some way to get them to the top
For her it doesn't feel like treason
To place all hope in one last drop



Credits
Writer(s): J.c. Correa
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