She's got a gun
She bought on the street
She's got a gun
It's loaded
Four bullets strong
I wanna know
If you're leaving me now
I wanna know
Is your life not good enough for your fiction?
Life over fiction
There's nothing you can take from someone who's got nothing left inside
Inside I feel a rumbling
It's a symptom that is humbling
I dreamed I crossed the Delaware
But stress is building I'm aware
I know you were a level four
And I was just a level three
But things are different than before
And maybe if you get with me
We can ignore the words of the president
And make love on this boat of dissonance
He said, "Kill the thing that you love"
But that's not what I'm made of
Man, fuck these inhibitors