You've lost your texture lately, your skin feels like nothing to me
It's hard to see you these days, the blur is calling you in
You came a long way for me, true, but so did i
You've done some good things for me, true, but so have i
I shoot from my hips, I'm trigger happy too
I shoot our love down, I'm trigger happy too
We smell of gasoline and self-destructive fuel
We smell of evil death and all that we have become
I shoot from my hips, I'm trigger happy too
I shoot our love down, I'm trigger happy too