She was good at goodbyes She was good at disguises She could pick out a fake but then she'd tell you to buy it She was bad at bad press and exposure to messes She lived in a world where they could see through her dresses She stepped away from the line I got her to stay for a while We all gotta stand in the line sometimes But she stepped away She'd dream high and then she'd wake up low She knew how to make the bed but she'd just let it go She'd hit the bricks just after six in the morning Walking out the thoughts in her head Walking in a ditch and when the flash flood came Her snorkel wouldn't stop her from calling out my name She could smile into a puddle and she'd turn it to wine She'd sell the milk and kill the cow and feel just fine She stepped away from the line I got her to stay for a while We all gotta stand in the line sometimes But she stepped away She stepped away from the line I got her to stay for a while We all gotta stand in the line sometimes But she stepped away