point the gun
just pretend that it is time.
say the word and i will fire.
sometimes i get so sick of their lies,
it's worth more than my life.
say the word and i will die.
there's no peaceful passing
of this new sickness that I
have introduced to everyone around me.
saying that i am the cause of all their crime.
and when they're drunk
i poured the wine.
let's leave this place
and say that we escaped.
we'll say that there's no difference
between right and wrong tonight.
we'll leave no trace of plans
that have made
so they can't find us and take what is ours.
take me far from this
less than perfect design.
my contributions only go so far
without monetary gain for my part.
running with scissors pointed at your
heart from your hand,
is that your plan?
i don't have time for questions
concerning your future position.
put on your coat it's time to go.
dancing very close with what i want.
taking every inch to its farthest point.
losing precious time is not a choice
when i'm dealing with you.
i heard your voice, giving up the fight
with arms that bruise,
delicately shading these grays and blues.
but i could never stop bleeding for you.
endless dedication...my gift to you.