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I worked at a phone company
I knew a girl named Andrea Marie
but no one knew her really
but one day she called on me.

She said "Hello operator
can you give me number 4?
I need to make a phone call
I've crumbled onto the floor."

I didn't know what to say
I stayed quiet for a second
I was taken aback by what she said.
but I wanted to see what she would mention

She said "It's true, I'm a creator
I've created a mess
what I've created is reflective of
the madness under my skin and dress"

So I felt the need to address whether or not
she felt her madness was enough at rest
or if she was in danger of feeling like a stranger

She said "I'm a mangled wreck
burning up on the side of the road
no one can get near the toxic fumes
while the smoke billows and rolls."

So can you operator
Please give me a line
I need to call for some help
help that I can not define

worn down and dried up like an old tire
I'm rolling down the road on fire.

Later I found out it was a legitimate car accident.
She died.