She goes for -

She goes for the match when she's refrained from cigars.
She tells tales to babies, when their parents aren't around,
So they won't seem like lies.

She goes for the candle when she's burning the house.

She smiles in contentment, when she lifts up her arms,
she strives for the darkness when the darkness is far,
Reckless to tyranny, she sweeps the guitar,
Entwining her fingers,
Oh self-remarks.

She goes for the light when the bulb is out.

It's obvious she broke her nail too far.
Her lipsticks demolishing her face,
She scrapes for the sound.
She likes the taste of bloody cars.

she goes for the silent willows when the traffic is loud.

She's wild in her dreams,
She fakepaints her face,
She tells tales to mice,
When the cats are out to play.

She falls asleep when the whole world is awake.

She goes for death when the trend is to live.