Shots Fired
"I heard you've been writing songs about me
And honestly it's kinda pathetic
I would ask you to stop
But it's not like anyone's gonna hear them anyway, so..."
I've got a backpack full of problems
And a pocketful of therapy
I try to empty out my laundry
But the washers been broke for weeks
So I move onto another means
To try to rinse you out the denim of these faded jeans
So I guess I'll start running 'til my clothes don't even fit
Well you can keep your story coming
About the time you walked over me
And I can take that inspiration
And I can drag it on for weeks, or months, or years
I'm not sorry
You've got your finger on the trigger
But I won't stop gunning for you
I will try my best to take it
I said "Go"
Shots fired
And I ran for cover
If you don't ask then I won't need to tell
Where I'm going
How I'm gonna get out this
Hell that I walked for you
You put the weapon further in my hands
Than you knew
When the shots fired, I missed you
"Why? why can't you be mad at me?
Why can't you scream at me and tell me how awful I am?
I took everything from you
What's the point? I'm gonna pour my heart out and beg you to forgive me
And you're going to tell me how you're not going to talk me
Let's face it, I'm gonna do what I always do
Use you to get myself out of a hole, then toss you into the lake
I have to go, I'm sorry"
Misery on repeat
It's the kind of track I like to sit back and relax to
Because we wrote it together
But your parts felt a little rushed
You were the clip I could never fill
You made my hands hurt with the way I pushed
And you were too busy standing behind my back to care
Well you can take that knife and shove it
Because the gun is all I need
And I can point it at the paper
And unload what I might need
To get over you
I'm not sorry
I've got my finger on the trigger
But I won't stop gunning for you
You can try your best to take it
You want to take it?
You want to take it then
Go
Shot's fired and I ran for cover
If you don't ask then I won't need to tell
Where I'm going
How I'm gonna get out this
Hell that I walked for you
You put the weapon further in my hands
Than you knew
When the shots fired, I missed you
Dont go
When the shot's fired I
And honestly it's kinda pathetic
I would ask you to stop
But it's not like anyone's gonna hear them anyway, so..."
I've got a backpack full of problems
And a pocketful of therapy
I try to empty out my laundry
But the washers been broke for weeks
So I move onto another means
To try to rinse you out the denim of these faded jeans
So I guess I'll start running 'til my clothes don't even fit
Well you can keep your story coming
About the time you walked over me
And I can take that inspiration
And I can drag it on for weeks, or months, or years
I'm not sorry
You've got your finger on the trigger
But I won't stop gunning for you
I will try my best to take it
I said "Go"
Shots fired
And I ran for cover
If you don't ask then I won't need to tell
Where I'm going
How I'm gonna get out this
Hell that I walked for you
You put the weapon further in my hands
Than you knew
When the shots fired, I missed you
"Why? why can't you be mad at me?
Why can't you scream at me and tell me how awful I am?
I took everything from you
What's the point? I'm gonna pour my heart out and beg you to forgive me
And you're going to tell me how you're not going to talk me
Let's face it, I'm gonna do what I always do
Use you to get myself out of a hole, then toss you into the lake
I have to go, I'm sorry"
Misery on repeat
It's the kind of track I like to sit back and relax to
Because we wrote it together
But your parts felt a little rushed
You were the clip I could never fill
You made my hands hurt with the way I pushed
And you were too busy standing behind my back to care
Well you can take that knife and shove it
Because the gun is all I need
And I can point it at the paper
And unload what I might need
To get over you
I'm not sorry
I've got my finger on the trigger
But I won't stop gunning for you
You can try your best to take it
You want to take it?
You want to take it then
Go
Shot's fired and I ran for cover
If you don't ask then I won't need to tell
Where I'm going
How I'm gonna get out this
Hell that I walked for you
You put the weapon further in my hands
Than you knew
When the shots fired, I missed you
Dont go
When the shot's fired I
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Writer(s): William Raymond Schieb
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