Bringing a Sword to a Gun Fight

I don’t think you should stand so close
Your words they serve as a second dose
You know that we could never be
You say to me sweetheart just be
Alone.


You say you’re a lost cause
But in fact you’re not.
I know you better than I know myself
And that scares me

I run to you
And I cry for you and
I bleed for you
Bruise for you black and blue

So in an array of patheticness I lose the battle I lose the fight
Wave my white flag and surrender hold it high hang em high hang em tall
You got in and out with ease of me and no battle was given
So in an array of love and your lust I lose the fight

You have the ammo and you have the gun but I’m learning how to use the safety lock