I'm the gun But you're the trigger Set me off at any moment And watch me explode And leave a path of destruction in my wake. But I guess I don't live in America Because I have no right to bear arms To protect my heart from being shot By your trigger fingers, Those same fingers That wrap around my throat Like a boa constricting Tighter tighter tighter: I don't know if it's the overwhelming feeling of familiarness when our naked bodies join together like the two missing pieces of a puzzle or the lack of oxygen to my brain That's making me dizzy