She left us early.
Seventeen, the right age
Who should ever have to wait?
Heavens, she had the life.

Beaten path, or off
smashed
stoned, mindless

Reform, a dirty word
Where is our Tessa?
pink Easter outfits-traded
Closing time, youth
hide your scars
this bar is closed

When I missed you, Tess,
it burned
and you thought I the child
Smoke out your insecurities
drink me away

Yes, she was a queen
At seventeen