Slamming Doors Like Gunshots
Slamming doors
Like gunshots
Sobbing sounds
Like afterthoughts
Chose your weapon
Words or fists
You go first,
I insist
Your blow wins
Mine is weak
I walk away
Tongue in cheek
You are poison
I always knew
But somehow I
Am drawn to you
Like gunshots
Sobbing sounds
Like afterthoughts
Chose your weapon
Words or fists
You go first,
I insist
Your blow wins
Mine is weak
I walk away
Tongue in cheek
You are poison
I always knew
But somehow I
Am drawn to you