You called me the better shot And frankly, my dear, I'd have to agree But you aren't a safe bet And gambling has always been an issue for me
Guns always made me nervous But I guess you had the same effect So when I watched you set your aim I knew I wouldn't be able to deflect
Two years later in the September heat I watched as we were torn from the root It doesn't matter how we feel Your gun is loaded so you might as well shoot
Goodbyes are hard and I probably won't live to love again