I have a gun,
I keep it under my bed
and just for fun
I decided not to tell anyone
But it weighs heavy
Now when people
get under my skin I don’t begin
to unwind and
let my patience wear thin
I just think of my gun under my bed.
I think of a hole going straight through my head.
My Heads just a borrowed mess,
I’m just a high liar, dire trier
trying too much again.
You see friends
in strangers but behaviours
vary, yes its very scary times indeed.
I took my gun
out for a walk or maybe he
took me for one
when the sky showed sun.
And it weighs heavy
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I have a gun,
I keep it under my bed
and just for fun
I decided not to tell anyone
But it weighs heavy
Now when people
get under my skin I don’t begin
to unwind and
let my patience wear thin
I just think of my gun under my bed.
I think of a hole going straight through my head.
My Heads just a borrowed mess,
I’m just a high liar, dire trier
trying too much again.
You see friends
in strangers but behaviours
vary, yes its very scary times indeed.
I took my gun
out for a walk or maybe he
took me for one
when the sky showed sun.
And it weighs heavy
