She carries memories around like souvenirs down in her pockets

“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.
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…”