If You Miss Them... Just Reload And Shoot Again
Scatter the ivory and tickle the ebon mark
Between triggers and hammers is a world of thought
Maybe it matters to me what you don't want me to say
Maybe it matters to me that you won't walk away
I don't play things nicely
I'm not a sensitive soul
I live in the lap of hatred
Swimming in this empty bowl
Turn around me nightly
Another year another life
If you could center my universe
On what you think you might
You might
You may
I'm sick of promises and variables
You think
You say
I'm sick of weakness and indecision
And you wrought all of it upon you
I miss the one person who didn't do this
And that's not you
You're the center of the problem and you want me to be the solution. You're begging and begging and begging and hoping I'll give out second chances. Like candy covered bubble gum, posted on a stick.... there's nothing deeper than the salt-laced surface you can reach in just one lick. So stick your tongue out a the man, and sock him in the eye. If I spelled out all the words for you, could you still bring yourself to cry.
There's nothing nice and nothing safe and everything is commonplace between your lies and your acceptance that never folds away
I'm a loose cannon and a firework ready to blow my top and yet with everything that circles me I think I'll make you stop and you could beseech me all you want
There's not a part of me that cares
I'm above the guilt
But well below the shame
Between broken arrows and the faux hawks
I leave you
In this darkness
You created your monster
Now lay it in bed
Let's make things crystal. Fucking transparent. I don't jump when you tell me to. I don't bark when you say speak. I'm not on call... and you don't ring me up and expect me to drop ANYTHING.
This is my boom stick.
This is my scatter gun.
I'll spray this whole room, and mow you all down.
I'm not afraid of the loneliness... I've never been... as much as you desperately hope that I am.
Between triggers and hammers is a world of thought
Maybe it matters to me what you don't want me to say
Maybe it matters to me that you won't walk away
I don't play things nicely
I'm not a sensitive soul
I live in the lap of hatred
Swimming in this empty bowl
Turn around me nightly
Another year another life
If you could center my universe
On what you think you might
You might
You may
I'm sick of promises and variables
You think
You say
I'm sick of weakness and indecision
And you wrought all of it upon you
I miss the one person who didn't do this
And that's not you
You're the center of the problem and you want me to be the solution. You're begging and begging and begging and hoping I'll give out second chances. Like candy covered bubble gum, posted on a stick.... there's nothing deeper than the salt-laced surface you can reach in just one lick. So stick your tongue out a the man, and sock him in the eye. If I spelled out all the words for you, could you still bring yourself to cry.
There's nothing nice and nothing safe and everything is commonplace between your lies and your acceptance that never folds away
I'm a loose cannon and a firework ready to blow my top and yet with everything that circles me I think I'll make you stop and you could beseech me all you want
There's not a part of me that cares
I'm above the guilt
But well below the shame
Between broken arrows and the faux hawks
I leave you
In this darkness
You created your monster
Now lay it in bed
Let's make things crystal. Fucking transparent. I don't jump when you tell me to. I don't bark when you say speak. I'm not on call... and you don't ring me up and expect me to drop ANYTHING.
This is my boom stick.
This is my scatter gun.
I'll spray this whole room, and mow you all down.
I'm not afraid of the loneliness... I've never been... as much as you desperately hope that I am.