A loaded pistol Shes shooting at the walls That always close in at night In her faded cotton gown She burns a candle down Wasting her breath with asking why She dont want to go home Cause she dont want to sleep alone Painted sad eyes He dont deserve your tears Turn that light out and come outside As the caged bird dreams of trees It sings for company About the fear of gravity She dont want to go home Cause she dont want to sleep alone A burnt child in love with the flame Every fire ended the same With the taste of ashes in her mouth Memories are the food of fools Drowning in their dreams A fish bowl filled with fools like me She dont want to go home But she wont always sleep alone A loaded pistol Blow the door open wide Walk through and start again