I Have Two Hands
I have two hands.
In each one's a gun.
Their blazing sparks,
Resemble the sun.
So which should I shoot first?
Left or right?
Or should I even die tonight?
You never did fell contrite?
The truths about you that I had,
I banished out of sight.
I have two hands.
I could tie a noose.
I might slip it over my head;
Do you think it'll stay loose?
They says there's a light,
At the end of the tunnel.
On my way, I'll take care not to stumble.
I put my heart in your care,
But you made it shatter.
All the pieces were scattered.
I have no choice.
Why do you not rejoice?
I thought you wanted this?
You made up my mind that last time we kissed.
Chose only one?
I take deep breaths.
It's like choosing between two sons.
Left or right?
I have shaky hands.
I'm just a little worried,
That my blood will splatter on your vans.
Does this make me emo?
About that, do I care?
The pieces of my heart you won't share.
After this I'll never again see the stars.
I'll be up there with them,
Examining my scars.
All those memories we made,
I wish I could rewind.
So come on babe, tell me,
Should I blow out my mind?
Do you even care
That I might die?
What do you think?
I have two steady hands;
With them I can take my life.
In each one's a gun.
Their blazing sparks,
Resemble the sun.
So which should I shoot first?
Left or right?
Or should I even die tonight?
You never did fell contrite?
The truths about you that I had,
I banished out of sight.
I have two hands.
I could tie a noose.
I might slip it over my head;
Do you think it'll stay loose?
They says there's a light,
At the end of the tunnel.
On my way, I'll take care not to stumble.
I put my heart in your care,
But you made it shatter.
All the pieces were scattered.
I have no choice.
Why do you not rejoice?
I thought you wanted this?
You made up my mind that last time we kissed.
Chose only one?
I take deep breaths.
It's like choosing between two sons.
Left or right?
I have shaky hands.
I'm just a little worried,
That my blood will splatter on your vans.
Does this make me emo?
About that, do I care?
The pieces of my heart you won't share.
After this I'll never again see the stars.
I'll be up there with them,
Examining my scars.
All those memories we made,
I wish I could rewind.
So come on babe, tell me,
Should I blow out my mind?
Do you even care
That I might die?
What do you think?
I have two steady hands;
With them I can take my life.