Kissing Pistols
A picture of fame is stained with dying sentiments
Afraid you might hear of what's bound to be forgotten
Take your time because time is running out
You could fall in a trend, they say it's better that way
The price is death of days of golden innocence
A childish smile here to show you where you're heading
A war of shit with an overcoat of bliss
And the feeling is gone, don't we love it that way
Kissing Pistols just for fun
Finding comfort in a gun
My mouth is dirty and my mind's being spun
Every day ends without the sun
Where do you go when there's nowhere to run
Please, just let us go
A drug for him, a photo for her
You can take it lightly into your grave
When your heart won't pump remember who you were
Outside the remnants of pain, when you were more than a name
I've met the dust and been left with nobody
Wrapping plastic around the emptiness I feel
I'll fill myself till I'm left with nothing
Because this hallow screen has lost it's appeal
Kissing Pistols just for fun
Finding comfort in a gun
My mouth is dirty and my mind's being spun
Every day ends without the sun
Where do you go when there's nowhere to run
Please just let us go
Afraid you might hear of what's bound to be forgotten
Take your time because time is running out
You could fall in a trend, they say it's better that way
The price is death of days of golden innocence
A childish smile here to show you where you're heading
A war of shit with an overcoat of bliss
And the feeling is gone, don't we love it that way
Kissing Pistols just for fun
Finding comfort in a gun
My mouth is dirty and my mind's being spun
Every day ends without the sun
Where do you go when there's nowhere to run
Please, just let us go
A drug for him, a photo for her
You can take it lightly into your grave
When your heart won't pump remember who you were
Outside the remnants of pain, when you were more than a name
I've met the dust and been left with nobody
Wrapping plastic around the emptiness I feel
I'll fill myself till I'm left with nothing
Because this hallow screen has lost it's appeal
Kissing Pistols just for fun
Finding comfort in a gun
My mouth is dirty and my mind's being spun
Every day ends without the sun
Where do you go when there's nowhere to run
Please just let us go
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Writer(s): Luke Holmquist
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