I chew on tin foil to remember your voice.

She's sold her body to buy a ticket out and now that she's got a way, she realizes she's got nowhere to go. There's pictures on the wall covering the holes that she never wants to see again, and she wonders if her life will always consist of smaller mistakes that she uses to hide the bigger ones. There's not much to do for herself these days, so she chooses to do for the rest of the world; kicking holes in her head while digging them for wellwater in a faraway country.