Midnight Conversations

I wake up to a gun knocking on the door

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