She's got a bumper like a billboard
Covered in stickers of her favorite band
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39;
For as much as [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

For as much as she stumbled [bad word] #39;
For as much as [bad word] she's still here

For as much as she stumbled [bad word] #39;
For as much as [bad word] 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