It April, the sun wasn't out People were working and when they got out They heard It was unfortunate and it was unplanned Too simple to misunderstand She put signs up in the windows that we passed I'm sure you shot first, but how did it feel To shoot second Tragedies converged and deaths did collide On that night Cops all around your house Surrounded by mounds of reminders that you threw out the window Jumping the gun They refused and ignored to your door with an authority to do so Oh Cheri Oh Cheri No more I got a tiny little lump in my throat It sucked when you opened that door You had a flaregun and no where to go You were confused about the things that you hated And they said you needed [to be] medicated But everything is buried The stars are falling down