A 3D Printed Gun

How did I get here?
(I) think I was spacing out
Does that sound worse than it is?

It's what I think I've wanted for years

I'd rather feel younger now
Than richer when I'm dead

And all the strangers I'll love
Oh, how sincere I'll sound
Until they creep me the fuck out

How I wish that I could trust more than three people

Maybe then I would loosen up
And stop trying to invent
A brand new disguise
For the phantom I am
Or a 3D printed gun
For whatever waits out West
Or a screen to hold my hand
For a world without true friends
For the maze it's kept me in

I see accomplishments of men that, really, were a woman's
And clear-my-schedule love that everyone's above
Unless it's built to last
And good enough to share

On a yearly contract now
Shit, I really couldn't care
When we're all the worse for wear
I'd still want you, anyway

Well, the future is so weird
But apparently so is everyone here



Credits
Writer(s): The Commonwealth
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