I wasn't her best friend But I knew her pretty well She was at the roller rink But when she left, I couldn't tell The music in the rink was way too loud She was always with the wrong crowd
Yesterday her Daddy talked to me He said she lived in his heart And that without her, her Momma couldn't live He said they were taking it really hard And that today they were to shoot their Christmas card And he broke down in tears
When we were younger we used to kiss Beneath the stars in the cemetery We were both the morbid kind And at the time, the future was secondary I never could've foreseen something like this But like I said, she was fast and she liked the guys The guys who carried guns
I never knew their names because they were from different towns But I could pick their faces from a mile away Just show me a lineup, Judy show me the suspects Do you mind if I ask you why you're looking at me that way? I told you everything I know And flashing that shiny gun isn't doing anything Just let me know, let me know, let me know when I can go I know my rights
I took Morrissey's lead in "Sister I'm a Poet" and decided to write something about a ******. I'm planning on writing a couple more poems with the same theme.