Two Fingers

See I talk like a man but I dream a boy
Bigger than the grief around your neck
Heavenly Father, spread fear over joy
With a two finger gun to your head
Always the picture of your final days
Every time you're old you shoot to death
Eyes unpredictable we learned to get by
Cope with what feels way too less
Turns out the gun was real
Two fingers against your head
One sends me to my knees
And the other one gets the job done
Tell me now what you hide
I'll say the boy already died
When you get there
I don't know if you tried
To pull the trigger in your mind
When you get there
6 years apart but a sister at heart
Far too little time to fix the start
Let her cry one more time, she might get what it takes
Or choke on what she can't digest
Oh it's still hard to grow up when your dreams sober up
And you're no help with any of that stuff
Turns out the gun was real
Two fingers against your head
One sends me to my knees
And the other one gets the job done
Tell me now what you hide
I'll say the boy already died
When you get there
I don't know if you tried
To pull the trigger in your mind
When you get there
Two fingers and you're gone