My bullet hole, your smoking gun, that lush safe place where I used to run, has turned into, a landmine field, the pen i hold, my only shield, mines go off, i loose my legs, still cant avoid, the things you said, this field once was the safest place, where I could always run to plead my case, because that field, belonged to you, always filled with what you wanted it to, once filled with comfort, love and splendor, take it back, return to sender

Your time bomb hearts, ticking much faster, signals that i send, fly right past her, i swear this time, is the last, I'll store that promise like you do your past, I hope you need the sunny days, like secret people need secret ways, i hope you miss the lonely nights, we spend together in silent fights.

When I said you'd be the death of me I never meant it so literally

Play this game again, tie me to the tracks, pull that thing taught so that there's no slack, or room to move for my chest to swell, for a gasp of air would suit me just as well, as a pair of glasses to a blind man, 'cause in one minute your train will have ran, its predicted course, straight through my heart, turn red a field, like a sick piece of art.

When I said you'd be the death of me, I never meant it so literally