I have my finger on the trigger--
what are you going to do?
I WANT to do this--I really do.
Why does it seem like you don't even care?
The safety's off and I am feeling high as hell.
Why don't you do something?
Confusion leads to skiddish thoughts and actions--
the number one cause leading to mistakes.
My hand's clutching the gun like it's my only lifeline--
which, I will point out, should be you.
Why do you stand frozen there, a parallel to my heart?
You know you are the only one for me.
Why can't you feel that anymore?
This heart aches for you every moment we are apart.
That sexy swagger of yours just does something to me.
You know it's your fault I feel this way.
I may hold the gun to my head, but ultimately, you're killing me.
7/8/08
No comments:
Post a Comment