She gave up on love at eighteen years old   Said it was just a lie that the foolish told   And finding herself all alone and cold   She gave up on the world      She lit up a smoke every day or two   'Til eventually she lost count of how many packs she'd gone through   She thought that she had nothin' left to lose   She gave up on the world      She hasn't been home now in several days   Tonight makes the third week straight   He's been struggling to sleep since she ran away   He hopes that she finds the strength that she's been looking for   'Cause he just can't take the searching anymore      She found some relief with a bottle in her hand   But the bottle can be such a fickle friend   She swore a million times she'd never drink again   She gave up on the world      She hasn't been home now in several days   Tonight makes the third week straight   He's been struggling to sleep since she ran away   He hopes that she finds the strength that she's been looking for   'Cause he just can't take the searching anymore