I've been Overly worried Burning the candle Making up stories just to get along Meanwhile feeding the habit a fullproof delusion The world as it should be but won't be for long I'm good good Grown bold but Sometime It feels like I'm living life Under the gun She sits Casually waits Keeps detailed notes on the people she hates don't we all Schemes dreams Casually fiends for the feeling You get When you're light On your feet and in love She's warm Then cold A difficult read Always such a wild one She's good She's gold Her poor heart Will break from this living life under the gun Her poor heart Will break from this living life under the gun You're always overthinking Just keep it simple and admit the problem before the mold sets Or you'll fall Back in the made Of feeding your habits And making decisions You'll come to regret We've grown so old Gave up chasing fountains The endless pursuit of fun Tough break Time's up My poor heart Can't take all This living life under the gun My poor heart Can't take all This living life under the gun My poor heart Can't take all This living life under the gun My poor heart Can't take all This living life under the gun