We're touching each other.
And I know I should have been
trying a little bit harder for you
leaving me with a sour taste
and a slight lemon squeeze
a face only my mother could love
I fell in love with a gun
and my love for you was false
you are not a gun. which bullet
will end me first? i will let you
pull the trigger and then crush
my face - only if it makes you pleased.
