Tiny toy gun, safe, pressed to my chest.
Momma said, "don't play with guns, even if it's pretend."
Well I said, "boy, listen up. If you want something said, don't aim for the chest if you can aim for the head!"

Tell me momma, what do you say.
Life's to short to mess around with

Star gazers blind, stared at the sun for too long
For what?
Don't realize what you have until you are wronged
But it was me, loved too hard for my own good
We will create, build like I've all but destroyed

I am alone
Cosmic and cold
I see and I know its mine

Y

Latched onto my skin
Make me itch
Maybe this is not a cure
But it's a fix baby

Living this life free, thriving
Always you're spending
But never you're buying

You say I'm just like you
I'm not your brother
We despise ourselves
When envisioned in others<

Look at all this blood I found
Put your children up for sale
Let em' start a march downtown
We'll line em' up and shoot em' down

My fault, my fault
I painted all the roses red
My fault, my fault
I took your money, now I'm blessed
My fault, my fault
I walk on