Gold rush who*es pelted with rain
You get what's coming, understand?
This short story feels too long
Hair of the dog
Tell me a lie
Spoken like a true close call
I know i shouldn't have been there at all
That's no system
I'm concerned
Your eyes gone cold
Your lips feel the burn
Tell me you're lonely
Your couch is how the moon slips through
Mark me with your thumbprint
Under skies that crash in sun-kissed
Rubber bullets sing past
Teacup bravery is all the chivalry i ask for
As rubber bullets sing past
Your hand is glam gone softer
Haul me down through burn and crash
Under skies that crash in thunder
Rubber bullets sing past