Evelyn McHale

When you got crippled by that car
When we was martyred monthly, and scarred by the way that we are
We nearly broke our mother’s heart
Stay close and pray that she never knows how we both fell apart
Sure, we were cynics from the start
Spellbound, still safe as houses, now pending me down for your hearts
And we never meant you any harm
And still though we thought not to be caught, how the thought made me hot
And sure, we looked lonesome from afar
Hateful and hollow, smug and smart, well don’t we look the part
Sweetheart, remembered for your art
Train those charms for the charts and we’ll be stars just the way that we are
And how do we simply carry on?
Sweet mess with wrists gone lifeless, save one tacky tryst on that lawn
How long must we be strung along?
And my own dying will be undone by the sum of one’s song
So you got crippled by that car
No longer martyred monthly, though scarred by the way that we are
Sweetheart, those sycophants ain’t far
Train those drones by the stones and we’ll be stars just the way that we are