The words
I never say out loud
Are standing round
And they're loud
I guess it doesn't matter
My heart
Is a heavy burden
With staircase
Mother, will I trip over the clutter
I guess I can't win
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it out
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it in...
My demons
Used to be close friends
I lost touch with them
I guess it doesn't matter
I say
I'm deep in the trenches
With the war still breathing down my neck
Can't count on any of em
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it out
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it in...
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it out
So I write them down
Like a loaded gun
Spin the chamber
And point it in
Can't count on any of them