Shoot Me

Egg shells

Dinner bells

And biscuits in the morning

Music to

Our ears

Today

Pocket knives

Frozen eyes

Shoot warnings

Everything

Was better

Yesterday

If i were to

Knock on the wrong door

Would you shoot me

And leave me lying on the floor

Play it down

Play it off

As if it were nothing

Politics

Have made you soft

They say

Laid up

In stylish

Taxidermy

Sheeps and wolves

In harmony

For now

If i were to

Knock on the wrong door

Would you shoot me

And leave me lying on the floor

If i were too

Knock on the right door

Would you answer

I've felt your ghost

Before

When you wouldn't say my name