Big sighs.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that most every female can identify with this girl. She's a reoccurring subject.

She's got a bumper like a billboard Covered in stickers of her favorite bands She's got a handful of records that she turns to  When she needs to land She's a saturday night parade through the streets That all eyes come to see including me  She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets She should have let some go by now but can't seem to drop it Says forgiveness ain't nothing but a lifeless tire on the shoulder of her soul That never rolls  Chours: For as much as she stumbled she's runnin' For as much as she runs she's still here Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven To make the damage of her days disappear Just like Guinevere Just like Guinevere  She don't hold onto nothin' new for very long Yeah she writes you in as just one more tale and then you're gone 'Cause she once fell hard 'cause she dropped her guard And no one gets to stay it's just too late  Repeat Chorus  For as much as she stumbled she's runnin' For as much as she runs she's still here  For as much as she stumbled she's runnin' For as much as she runs she's still here Always hoping to find something quicker than heaven To make the damage of her days disappear Just like Guinevere Just like Guinevere  Lean into me Guinevere Be mine tonight Guinevere