High tide

I'm sat in the window, with wild hair
And no make up, a poor show, staring
Out at the only friend I can trust. She
Knows so many secrets she must be
Ready to burst but she's the only
One I can rely on, you see, the only
One who's always here for me. Twice
A day she checks in and offers advice,
Don't get me wrong it's not always
Nice in fact, sometimes she can be a
Little too rough, although I suppose
There are times when we need love
To be tough. Waving her arms erratically
She puts everything right with the
World, and seems to put everything
Right on the inside. And when her job
Is done she disappears, and leaves me
Waiting for the next high tide.