Slide Ani DiFranco

She was hungry so hungry
She was trying to think clear
She kept opening the fridge door
Looking at the mustard and the beer
Then finally she went out into the rain
Carrying her bicycle chain
And her feet worked the pedals
While her appetite steered

After that she just followed her nose
And fate is not just whose cooking smells good
But which way the wind blows

She laid down in her party dress and never got up
Needless to say she missed the party
She just got sad
Then she got stuck
She was wincing like something brittle trying hard to bend
She was numb with the terror of losing her best friend
But we never see things changing
We only see them ending

And some vicious whispering voice
Keeps saying you have no choice
You have no choice