Bang, bang, bang.
Say the bullets from the gun.
As I lay in bed,
And hear your other love,
Your video game,
Coming from the flat screen,
In the other room.

The bed is awfully lonely,
Maybe a little cold too.
But with that one thin wall,
Separating our hearts,
We’ve gone to our back up loves.
You with your controller,
And me with my notebook and pen.