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