No matter how hard I try To move all of these things for you I will never be the good boy You had always thought you knew. Yeah, the road was jus' that nasty, and the way was jus' that course but I never asked for your empathy Nor your quick attempts at remorse. I got my gun from a list I got my gun with hard cash I got a gun for my fist And some monsters that I need to mash. You were the one that loved me? When you forced me to open up? No little eel, you are a Morey A bumble bee all buttercupped. You said we were "forevers" While you bled my wrist to bowl What's with all of these Heathers? and my need to shovel coal? I've got a gun for my head I even have one for my tail I got me a gun that folds in two and some buried cash for bail. You fucked me like I was the last, but ironically, I was Have you ever seen a draw that fast? I'm just not one for "because". You should of learned to cook some Before washing my feet at the door How I hated when you popped your gum As we made love upon your floor. I got a gun for Fridays I got one that's as true as you And an extra bullet for that day My gun decides, that it loves you too.