GUN FIGHT WITH A BOTTLE

Gunfight with the bottle
Couple more shots and I am down
Lump in my throat, I can't swallow
The silence never seemed so loud

And I pray, I pray that the fear stops
And I pray the fear that I feel when her tears drop
And I pray, I pray that the fear stops
The fear that I feel when her tears drop

Whoa-oh-oh
Fight through the pain
Don't let her go (uh oh)
But it's easy to talk when
You don't know (uh oh)
Smile through the pain
Don't let it show (uh oh)

I just hope that she understands
I just hope that she understands
I just hope that she understands
I just hope that she understands
Me now, me now
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Me now, me now
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Me now, me now
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Me now, me now
Ayy, ayy, ayy

For someone who doesn't aim before they shoot
I was surprised by the accuracy of the bullets
You sprayed when they found me, pierced
The flesh and before I had a second to reload
You dropped a nuke that levelled the ground
I was once stood on proudly. You said
I don't love you anymore, why? Because I needed a little break from our situation?
The late night conversations you had with
Your ex just little be degrading
But for trust let you back
In without a moments
Hesitation. You're the only soldier I know who can play the gunman and the medic
Because you started apologising the moment after you said it
Sticks and stones may battle with brittle bones
But actions will forever be the greatest weapon
Open up
The barrel or your clip, load up and put a
Silencer to the tip. So no one else hears
The shhhh, that you said to me
We're raised as men to treat our wounds in secrecy
So with my hand on the first aid, I watch the world
Run first to your aid while you seek empathy

I have to commend your craftsmanship
You can turn any situation from the past, into a bullet to spit
Then somehow manage to claim collateral if things gets damaged
Another nail to a coffin, when you bang those hammers

Nothing feels worse than
Knowing your bulletproof vest is just about working
And you have to smile and pretend this
Sinking ships still worth it
We battle with different missions
Bottle up our emotions up so nobody shoots a witness
You battle with your intentions
Battle with every sentence, battle with brittle bones
Battle with stones and sticks as your weapons
You battle till you have nothing left to say
Battle with the knowledge winning means
Losing me so if you win might just lose either way
Think first prevent it
I battle with my intent battle knowing every extra noun verb and adjective
I load up and shoot could leave me a lengthy sentence

Draw for your pistol, shoot what hurts most
We'll both count to three
Two. One second wait, be careful
Instinct loads the gun, ideas pull the trigger
Trying to save a small dispute made whole war much
Pointless and minuscule compared to repercussions
In consequence, Common sense to the common, notion of pain
Be the seventh sense, we'll both draw for our pistol
Shoot what hurts most
We'll both count to three, two...