Fight, flight, f-
On my d- for good luck
Melancholy wit my trigger finger
Twitching on despair
You can search for all the fucks I gave
But they're no longer there
Bodies stacking bodies
But these people, they don't care
I dream of every life I stole
But I don't see you there
Your d- was pointed at my face
And mine against your chest
Eyes locked eyes who'd blink first
We'd put it to the test
Being honest if I lost
I think that'd be the best
I've got a body count already
I don't need another mess
But if we could just walk away
And live another day
I hope that we can meet under
sky's that aren't so gray
