Your gun to be exact
And your bullets
And your foolish pride
Go away I scream as you silently stare
Your face passionless
I didn't wake up to die
I didn't wake up to argue
And you don't understand
Damned if you ever will
Because being damned
Is easier than facing reality
I open the door for you
Pour you a drink
And let you talk yourself to sleep
But that gun never sleeps