Oh, Cheri

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