We said she was crazy, but what did she know?
Was she a prophet or something home-grown

I think back for years and can still smell her hair
The curve of her lips and her empty-eyed stare

She’d hold my hand tight, just crossing the street
As if it were the devil, we were off to meet

There were gummy bears in her console and cookies in her purse
Was it just me who carried this curse?

I’d swear it was hormones or science that won
But really it was all of us who carried that gun

I’ll hold you and love you as all sisters do
Even as you over the cuckoos nest flew