Who She Really Loves

I walked to her slowly
And it seemed nothing strange
To say I knew her name
Cause she had a reputation
And it seemed not odd at all
When I offered her another bottle

Cause she was any man's
With the hand on the bottle or glass
And she'd be anyone
Just to see a sign of who she really loved

I talked to her softly
Like a lion before the kill
And she was buying it all
But before the deal was drawn
A glance of her bloodshot eyes
Shot it all to hell

And she'd be anyone's
With enough alcohol in her veins
But she dies to see anything
Like the one she really loves

And I stopped
And we talked
And I asked about her past
And the liqour on her breath
Spilled the secrets of her past
About a man who died two years back
In a gunfight in Iraq

It was strange writing this. First of all, I really don't know anyone at all like this, though it was inspired by half a dozen people. Anyway I was listening to Death Cab for Cutie's song "Cath" and I felt like I should write something so I typed the first two lines and the rest came to me. When I started typing I didn't even know what the song would be about, but with only one edit to one part of one line, this is what to came to my head, straight through. No going back and editing or changing anything to make it work with where the song was going.

Now listening to Cath by Death Cab for Cutie