simple

[gandhi_the_man]

I don't hear from you no more, but I get the message
You crashed your car through my front door, I pulled you from the wreckage
You told me that you missed me
But you meant with the grill and hood you'd kill me if you could

And if it's okay, I'll just grab my shit and leave
I won't say one word, I'll keep my tricks up my sleeve
Flew off of the handle, you opened fire on me
Put me down, put me out of misery
I'm fatally yours