Lirik
You showed me your gun
Doesn't that mean anything, anymore?
Now the West is one
And it's over, or has it just begun?
You didn't get to fire it
You emptied out the bullets on the bed between us
I found out the truth
Every Saturday afternoon
Sleeping on your couch
With the TV set and the cigarettes
I tried not to crumble
But, I folded in the final seconds like I always do
Now I'm on your floor
Between the jar of bugs and the stereo
Maybe you don't know
What I think about when I'm all alone
You didn't get to fire it
You emptied out the bullets on the bed between us
