I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.

She shot a black bullet
Inlaid with golden hopes
Filled with white lies
With a little dash of cherry blood
I don’t know how to explain it
You showed up at the right time
With the hot lead corroding my mind
You’re a part of my head like sweet crime
Don’t be afraid baby
There’s another bullet in the chamber secretly