What is left after the wreckage? Just the mark of your tires printed over my chest Where you ran me over, baby You run me over I guess it was me that crossed the street Me that said: "If love is a gun, then take my life" What is left after the night? Just the mark of your absence on my mind You keep me from eating, baby You keep me from sleeping I guess it was me that crossed the street Me that said: "If love is a gun, then take my life" What is left after enough time passes? I was terrified that I couldn't live without you Now I'm terrified that I can, baby I'm terrified that I can I guess it you that was the smart one You that said: "If love is a gun, then let me go"