she said she was angry, but not at me
threw her arms around me like a canopy
she borrowed my money, never paid it back
she dressed in twenty different shades of black

she came from telluride
she looked sideways whenever she lied

and she tried, but not very hard
she read a lot of jean-paul sartre
honey, i would, but not tonight
sorrow's around me like a satellite

she came from telluride
she was twenty-four when she died