And
You're
Going, going, gone
You're going, going, gone
From my car that's on the road and rolling, rolling
Way beyond the point where I can stop this, stop this
Crying, you're not a crocodile
But you're a lizard with a pointy little tongue
And no hoister, no cap
Before you're going, going, gone
You're going going gone
You don't believe me
You're bleeding
You're raising razor blades from my skin, my skin
My plaster over all these bones and muscle out of desperation
Ye-yeah, the day to stop me, stop me
If I say this convolution
I've been boasting on the floor
You're a murder weapon, words are weapons
Picturing a street
Of rosy dances and it's dark
I took no chance that was planned
While in a thought I called it glancing sideways
There you stand
There you stand, and you are beautiful to me
You've always been
Right there
Take it from me
That must feel so unfair
To be right there, and never close to me, yeah
And sometimes
I open up and let you see the darkness, the rods, the deep in me
I let you beam
I'll list out the good bits from me
Then you rewrite my method
Then you use it all on me
Take it form me
It's not that pivotal
Not that important to me
Not my Nemesis
Not that I've ran me, but I ran in need
In need of a remedy
A blessing
Here is my wisdom in one hand and a pen
And a plan in my hands, in my hands
Is the rifle
And you're going, going, gone
You're going, going, gone
From my car that's on the road and rolling, rolling
Way beyond the point where I can stop this, stop this
Crying, you're not a crocodile
But you're a lizard with a pointy little tongue
And no hoister, no cap
Before you're going, going, gone
You're going going gone
You don't believe me
You're bleeding
You're raising razor blades from my skin, my skin
My plaster over all these bones and muscle out of desperation
Ye-yeah, the day to stop me, stop me
If I say this convolution
I've been boasting on the floor
You're a murder weapon, words are weapons
Picturing a street
Of rosy dances and it's dark
I took no chance that was planned
While in a thought I called it glancing sideways
There you stand
There you stand, and you are beautiful to me
You've always been
Right there
Take it from me
It's not that pivotal
Not that important to me
Not my Nemesis
Not that I've ran me, but I ran in need
In need of a remedy
A blessing
Here is my wisdom in one hand and a pen
And a plan in my hands, in my hands
Is the rifle