In my head, I hide a gun
its pointing at me and thats no fun
it reloads every time I whirl my head
around something not worth the dread
The safety is off, my feelings may pull the trigger
One more worry, and the gun would fire, I figured
Its heavy, not the gun, but my thoughts
They work well together like tight knots
Dearest bullets, stay the fuck away from me
‘Cause I’ll be tempted to let you shoot me
Go easy on me, love, My life’s just begun
Im scared enough ‘cause In my head, I hide a gun
~h.
