A loaded pistol
She’s shooting at the walls
That always close in at night
In her faded cotton gown
She burns a candle down
Wasting her breath with asking why
She don’t want to go home
Cause she don’t want to sleep alone
Painted sad eyes
He don’t deserve your tears
Turn that light out and come outside
As the caged bird dreams of trees
It sings for company
About the fear of gravity
She don’t want to go home
Cause she don’t want to sleep alone
A burnt child in love with the flame
Every fire ended the same
With the taste of ashes in her mouth
Memories are the food of fools
Drowning in their dreams
A fish bowl filled with fools like me
She don’t want to go home
But she won’t always sleep alone
A loaded pistol
Blow the door open wide
Walk through and start again