She's cutting out the bruises, forgetting her excuses for being here again. With a suitcase packed and waiting by the door. In her head, convinced herself she hasn't lost enough to quit. But tonight she lays here thinking what if: "I just left, in the middle of the night back to California and never looked back." She'll fantasize about it every single day. But she can't find it in her heart to run away and no one's listening. With northern Massachusetts on his knees to stay. He's begging, "please oh baby please I can explain, it won't happen again." He's putting out the fires. And he's making her believe he's really changed this time. But it's obvious it's just another line. Lapse and relapse. And again she lays beside him thinking: "I'll pretend, in the middle of the night my eyes are closed I'm sleeping but I won't come back." How long can this last? The final straw was the hospital. At least she told herself that. But she just can't find the strength to end it.