Gun to my head
If all my thoughts
Came to surface
Could you stand the sight of me
My eyes are closed
And your voice echoes
Off the walls of my brain
And all I hear you saying is
Stability
Communication
A real relationship
She picked up the ball
Now the balls in her court
Ashamed of the way I behave
I hide behind those brick walls
While she's huffing & puffing
But my bricks are sound
Gun to my head
If all my thoughts
Came to surface
Could you look at me the same
Would you feel me the same
& After I change
Will the vibes we exert still be the same
My heads tilted upward
Our eyes meet
And I greet you with a
I LOVE YOU
Words that slide off the tongue
Like silk slides off the skin of her body
Gun to my head
If all my thoughts
Came to surface
And I spoke the like written poetry
But the darkness
Comes out like smoke
From that dusty ass Chimney
Would love still fill your eyes
Because my gut
Got this empty feeling
Like the trash after you empty it
But I can't quite put my finger only it
Gun to my head
If all my thoughts
Came to surface
Would you finally be able to say
The words I feel
Would stop leaving me uncertain
I'll try
That's all I'll promise
Because communication
Seems to end wars
And mend relationships
