A priori. you wear your crooked halo well

There's whiskey in your water, dear

And a bullet in your chamber

Well aimed and well received I assure you

When I was down you kept reloading

Why the fuck would you keep reloading?

Spring loaded, sprung and triggered

In want of a feeling not you

This is just a repercussion

And this is my unkind resolve

There is no reconciliation, a priori