Faye - Trigger

Trigger

Sparks of lightning behind my eyelids
Driving past drunk little kids
Someone's hiding in my car trunk
Maybe it's just that I feel drunk

I'm talking quickly, not talking at all
Feeling some kind of withdrawal
I don't know what I'm supposed to wear
And don't know if I care or don't care at all

And if you break my heart
I might just create a work of art

So go ahead
Pull the trigger on me darling
Pull it, let it fly
I wanna fly high
But I'm dropping low, low, low

I've barely even lived
I'm just a stupid little kid
Balancing on sidewalks
Always been too scared to talk

Familiar scents lurking in my nose
Symphonies I wanna compose
Now I'm leaning against the wall in restriction
A prelude to my crippling affliction

And if you break my heart
I might just create a work of art

So go ahead
Pull the trigger on me darling
Pull it, let it fly
I wanna fly high

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Writer(s): Faye Bordewin
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