You have the knife and I show you where my heart is.
The blade is hovering right over the beats, but I know I'll be cutless.
You have the poison and I'll pick out my favorite drink.
One drop would be plenty, but I still take a swig.
Your foot is on the gas, but I don't need a seat belt.
A wrong turn and I'm dead, but I still roll down the window.
You have the gun and you have a bullet.
Where did you get it from?
Will that bullet still blow my brains?
Or is it a blank?
Is it the right caliber?
How will I know if the bullet is going to be instant?
I know you not to shoot me, with all of my will,
But if the bullet isn't trusted, how do I know it will ****
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 1:25 AM UTC
You have the knife and I show you where my heart is.
The blade is hovering right over the beats, but I know I'll be cutless.
You have the poison and I'll pick out my favorite drink.
One drop would be plenty, but I still take a swig.
Your foot is on the gas, but I don't need a seat belt.
A wrong turn and I'm dead, but I still roll down the window.
You have the gun and you have a bullet.
Where did you get it from?
Will that bullet still blow my brains?
Or is it a blank?
Is it the right caliber?
How will I know if the bullet is going to be instant?
I know you not to shoot me, with all of my will,
But if the bullet isn't trusted, how do I know it will ****