You were my girl, nineteen
But the paper called you a woman
Cruel and silent hands flung you through a screen
We both grew up out of a dream
I wanted you and your new boy dead
That's what I said
Little words of a child who'd never bled
Nervous and sweet Annie
Big eyes and you couldn't stop talking
Secrets you didn't want to take with you
That life would open up and swallow you
Somehow, you knew
I wanted you and your new boy dead
That's what I said
Then a cartoon piano fell on your head
Held you the way that I knew how to hold
Childish and cold
Like the feel of a car when you lose control
I think of you every time I drive drunk.