Carrie Walks

Carrie pressed some cotton
to the fingertip she bled.
Reluctantly she wished she was
a candlelight instead.

"I would sparkle, I would shine
upon your face with the flame of mine."

"A candlelight is hard to catch..."

"...but you could, if you strike a match."

Carrie pressed some cotton
to the fingertip she bled,

said
"Me and knives don't get along."

as white turned to red,

slowly trickled,
turned to red
With a flicker,
turned to gray inside her head.

Longingly I wished
that I could look
into her mind,
so lost inside of rainbows,
and still so color blind.

Still Carrie walks
and Carrie talks

and Carrie looks so beautiful
in her white new dress
and her worn out shoes
Would I be her
if I could choose?

Carrie didn't mean to
but she stole my love from me,
took him to her heaven
left me standing by to see.

"Come over here, and feel the rush
of blood"
She couldn't see me blush.

I mumbled
"I am fine right here..."

"...but baby, you're not anywhere!"

Carrie walks
and Carrie talks

and Carrie looks so in control,
with a cigarette and a telephone,
She withers
if she's left alone

Come carry me,
I have no will
to move
the way you do.
And don't blame Carrie,
she only takes
what she is required to.

Speak for me,
I have no words
to tell you what I mean.
If I were her,
would my voice be
loud and clean?

Carrie walks
and Carrie talks,

she looks so fucking beautiful.

"Come over here, and take my hand."

I do.

You'd never understand.