Sleeping With A Gun Under My Pillow

The Boy Least Likely To
Pushing through the topsoil
And blinking in the light
Shading my eyes from the morning sun
I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes
The way I saw the world when I was young
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sometimes it gets lonely
Being valiantly alone
Sometimes I wish I was human, too
I get sad just thinking
Of all the little things
I never, ever had the heart to do
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
If I looked out of a
Different window would the
Snow still fall as beautiful?