Gun Fight With The Bottle Couple more shots and I am down Lump in my throat I can't swallow The silence never seemed so loud And I pray, I pray that the fear stops And I pray, the fear the I feel when her Tears drop And I pray, I pray that the fear stops The fear the I feel when her Tears drop Whoa-oh-oh Fight through the pain Dont let her go (uh oh) But it's easy to talk when You don't know (uh oh) Smile through the pain Don't let it show (uh oh) I just hope that she understand (x 4) Me now, me now Ay ay ay (x 4) For some one who doesn't aim before they shoot I was surprised by the accuracy of the bullets You sprayed when they found me, pierced The flesh and before I had a second to reload You dropped a nuke that levelled the ground I was once stood on proudly. You said I don't love you any more, why? Because I Needed a little break from our situation? The late night conversations you had with Your ex just little be degrading But for trust let you back In without a moments Hesitation. You're the Only solider I know who can play the gun man and the medic Because you started apologising the moment after you said it Sticks and stones may battle with brittle bones But actions will forever be the greatest weapon Open up The barrel or your clip, load up and put a Silencer to the tip. So no one else hears The shhhh, that you said to me We're raised as men to treat our wounds in secrecy So with my hand on the first aid, I watch the world Run first to your aid while you seek empathy I have to commend your crafts man ship You can turn any situation from the past, into a bullet to spit Then some how manage to claim collateral if things gets damaged Another nail to a coffin, when you bang those hammers Nothing feels worse than Knowing your bullet proof vest is just about working And you have to smile and pretend this Sinking ships still worth it We battle with different missions Bottle up our emotions up so nobody shoots a witness You battles with your intensions Battle with every sentence, battle with brittle bones Battle with stones and sticks as your weapons You battle till you have nothing left to say Battle with the knowledge winning means Loosing me so if you win might just loose either was Think first Prevent it I battle with my intent battle knowing every Extra noun verb and adjective I load up and shoot could leave me a lengthy sentence Draw for your pistol, shoot what hurts most We'll both count to 3 2. 1 second wait, be careful Instinct loads the gun. Ideas pull the trigger Trying to save a small dispute Made whole war much Pointless and minuscule Compared to repercussions In consequence Commons sense to the Common, notion of pain Be the 7th sense We'll both Draw for our pistol Shoot what hurts most We'll both count to 3 2