End of the Gun

I would’ve bet my life on being right when I was wrong

No doubts, all figured out

The highest hill worth dying on

Time opened up every cut

The light readjusted my eyes and my bones were re-broken

Never thought I’d say this

I fucking hate it

Shame on me all along

Trust comes tough and nothing’s ever enough at the end of the gun

Exhausted, against the odds, and playing God

Looks like I lost it all, and my guard had fallen

I wish I’d played for keeps

but it felt safe to make believe

and all excuses have escaped me

Never thought I’d say this

I fucking hate it

Shame on me all along

Trust comes tough and nothing’s ever enough at the end of the gun

At the end of the gun