[Intro - Frantic fast acoustic guitar strumming on Am] [Verse 1 - Urgent strumming, driving rhythm] Polly, Polly, Polly dear, There's a vacant sign hanging here. Back when the lines were faint and clear, Long before I knew you'd always be here. We had no title, I felt no shame, I didn't even catch her name. [Pre-Chorus - Rhythmic G to G7 hammer-ons, rising tension] Back then Polly, it wasn't a lie. Back then Polly, would it have made you cry? [Verse 2 - Heavy strumming, emotional escalation] I buried it, Polly. I buried it deep. I laid no flowers. I didn't need to weep. Listen, Polly, this house is your home. Those vows I made, they cut to the bone. [Bridge - High emotional intensity, driving rhythm] It fucking hurts, Polly, that we sit here alone. I see it Polly, an empty nest ain't a home. It's not the money, it's not about my pride, It's the pain of keeping trying and every time you cried. [Breakdown - Music suddenly chokes back, single quiet acoustic guitar strums, broken vocals] Polly listen, I'm sorry... I'm so so torn, Eight years... eight years Polly... I... I didn't even know she was born. [Outro - Slowing tempo, sparse single acoustic notes on Am] What do I do Polly?.. it's not her fault. What do I do Polly?... I.. I'm so fraught... what do I do Polly?...between her and you will I be caught.... [Silence]
