Sweet Intentions

Where's my gun?
I gave it to a helpless child
And she learned
How to protect herself
Where's my brain?
Swapped it for a cigarette
And it burns
But it gets me nowhere

Come on, baby
It's nearly dawn
To give me something to live for
Giving me nothing
When you promised you would love me
I've given up my second chance
Now reconcile this wreckage

Have you found the reason
You're not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it's a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions

I won't fight
I couldn't even kill a fly
Instead, I'll leave you roses at the gate

Come on, baby
It's nearly dawn
To give me something to live for
Giving me nothing
When you promised you would love me
I've given up my second chance
Now reconcile this wreckage

Have you found the reason
You're not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it's a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions

Have you found the reason
You're not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it's a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions

Have you found the reason
You're not getting what you give?
Listen to your body, it's a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions