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