a bullet, some tears and idle friends
dial the numbers that'll save his life
and her from jail

"please operator stop being useless
get the fucking ambulance
he's about to die"

"no, i don't know who shot him"

(oh, marissa, how you lie)

she can't stand the look on his face anymore
twisted in pain, agony
and she can't think of any other words
because her mind is so screwed up

i just shot someone, she thinks.
and that's when it sinks in

who cares about jail when she's gonna go to hell?