(One, two, three)

A portrait of not one, but two
And a painted gun that hung upon your wall
Shelf life’s a century
But it’ll take far more time to do as I’m told

Just give it time
I’ll lose my own mind
If I want to
Just give it time
I’ll lose my own mind
If I want to

Sit in the shade with my back on the wall
It’s cool here now, so why leave at all?
Gravestones staring back at me
Death's my only alibi every time I think I’ll fall

Your watermarked name on every block
Of my mapped memory
Two windows falling 50 feet
I will call for you if you call for me

Just give it time
I’ll lose my own mind
If I want to
Just give it time
I’ll lose my own mind
If I want to