You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.
A target range, your pistol gunning for someone new.
I’m ready. Waiting for you.

You’re acting like it’s OVER.
A rain of bullet casings whirring machine
Waste on the street,
Your pistol took another,
This time not much different than you.
I’m still ready. For you. My love.
Take me higher.

Time is afraid of us.
It won’t pass cleanly, unscathed or undefined.
Time is afraid of us.
Love, I’m tired of your game.

You thought it was the end of the world.
The only thing left breathing was your hate.
Because you took me down.
You took me down.
I took a chance.
I’m dead beneath the ground.