As we rattled pages Of our memories That smiled as that same girl 'Us' used to be Yours is laboured pain Mine is lost joy Glaring from youthful 'us' In flimsy shades In clumsy photograph Lying barren Vying attention Smiling as that same girl 'Us' used to be..
I have the gun in my hand If I shoot you on the head You’re a dead duck. If I miss It’s your good luck. I have the gun in my hand If I shoot on your leg You’re a lame duck. If I miss It’s your good luck. I have the gun in my hand If I shoot you in the eyes You’re a blind duck. If I miss It’s your good luck. I have the gun in my hand But in this game It’s your heart I aim. And if I miss I’ll run out of luck.
when I see you the adrenaline lava rushes and fills my body with stellar electricity just like the smoke from your cigarette pierces your lungs with shadow poison.