Firing Line

When the cracks begin to show

I'll keep the fire burning

With the heat on low

If it all comes rushing in

Your worlds a whirling

Give it a spin

I'll be the parachute when you start to fall

The voice of reason when I you know it all

I'll be the slow motion moment when you crash the car

I'll be the cheap liquor to your free bar

It's only a feeling

Feelings are fleeting

That's alright

If you are the one holding the gun

I'll be first in the firing line

There's a darkness creeping in

Holds me in the moonlight

Dances from within

Is this paradise

Are you an angel

Or the devil in disguise

Am I the last cigarette at the end of the night

Or the first cup of coffee in the morning light

Am I a punching bag

Am I your vanity fair

Or just the one who comes when nobodies there

It's only a feeling

Feelings are fleeting

That's alright

Everybody's crazy sometimes

Lately I find

I'm first in the firing line

I'm the parachute when you start to fall

I'm the voice of reason when I you know it all

I'm the slow motion moment when you crash the car

I'm the cheap liquor to you free bar

I'm last cigarette at the end of the night

I'm the first cup of coffee in the morning light

I'm your punching bag I'm your vanity fair

I'm only one who comes when nobodies there

I'm the last pill at the bottom of the jar

I'm you cold embrace

I'm your broken heart

It's only a feeling

A feelings are fleeting

That's alright

If you are the one holding the gun

I'll be first in the firing line