Smoking Gun
She likes to wake up for the sunrise
A tiny little black heart in her tea
She always wakes up on the wrong side
Her itty bitty temper reaches peak
I think she's coming for my dead rights
My syntax can't save me now
And only when the light dies
Your vowels will strike me down
Darling your language is lavish
But I catch a faltering under your tone
And in the vestige of your madness
There's something that won't let me go
Your syllables are bullet holes, you hold the smoking gun
But when your breath is wasted, you'll have nowhere left to run
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
Baby your words are a poison
That's slowly been making its way through my veins
You're pushing me down and still I am the one who will beg you to stay
You stop in time, your .45 is pointed towards the door
Your velvet finger is on the trigger as I fall to the floor
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
I know what I need, it's destined to die
I wanna get clean but it's messy inside
I don't have control of this world but I'll try
To slip through the cracks that lead out of your life
It's funny to me, the pain I'll endure
The cost of your love is a high one for sure
In all of these battles I'm lost in the war
So why do I find myself coming for more?
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
A tiny little black heart in her tea
She always wakes up on the wrong side
Her itty bitty temper reaches peak
I think she's coming for my dead rights
My syntax can't save me now
And only when the light dies
Your vowels will strike me down
Darling your language is lavish
But I catch a faltering under your tone
And in the vestige of your madness
There's something that won't let me go
Your syllables are bullet holes, you hold the smoking gun
But when your breath is wasted, you'll have nowhere left to run
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
Baby your words are a poison
That's slowly been making its way through my veins
You're pushing me down and still I am the one who will beg you to stay
You stop in time, your .45 is pointed towards the door
Your velvet finger is on the trigger as I fall to the floor
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
I know what I need, it's destined to die
I wanna get clean but it's messy inside
I don't have control of this world but I'll try
To slip through the cracks that lead out of your life
It's funny to me, the pain I'll endure
The cost of your love is a high one for sure
In all of these battles I'm lost in the war
So why do I find myself coming for more?
Six foot one, favorite son, love is a drug and it looks like fun
Never really thought that he was the one I'll keep him anyway
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
Twisted fun, the smoking gun, look both ways for the hit and run
And when your lips close on your crimson tongue, I'll take it all away
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Writer(s): Jackson Lewellen
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