I know you are staring at the redhead
on the screen, wishing it was a mirror
in the quiet of your silent room
where the clatter of projectors has no power
to crack your dreams so thin with its lies so bright
 
Caroline, they are cheering for your laughter
and though it makes you think you're happy
I see what it does to you behind your smile
in my dreams you can understand and fight
but every morning I find you can't even sleep alone
 
Caroline, I know you want the boy
but boys are the last thing you need
your bed is warm and comfortable
"Pretty in pink" was not a compliment
so I won't say it, though it's true
 
so you're writting letters to Molly Ringwald
well here comes my letter to you
 
but Caroline, you don't understand
and I see it in your eyes and hair that you never will
you impale yourself on every outstretched hand
and I can't get close enough to help you
I would be your saviour
but you can't be saved by just another night