Your smile runs off the photo As I catch it in the corner of my eye I start to cry The colors from the paper fall into the crack where the wall meets the floor I walk out the door The lies you whispered in my ear were something to behold and so I put them in a jar where I could look at them now and then and shake them up and rattle them and listen while they beat against the sides as they tried to break out People who smile often aren't necessarily good people, kind people, happy people They just show their teeth...... big teeth People who smile often don't necessarily like you, or want you, or respect you but oh those lovely teeth...... big teeth Life just keeps getting better and everyday is so much more fun than the last Don't give me that sh** Everything falls together and it all works out the way that it's supposed to Don't hold your breath As I wander among my options, for to find the lesser of evils, one is never less enough to make the choice to lie side by side with, to share the voice and scream … I'll take the gun