THE GUN. I reach for you like I used to reach for the gun, too I'd lose my life before I lose the love I had for you But you're still here And I live in fear I wish you weren't around Talk of the town, hit me so hard I wished you the best, broke my heart, breathe my air I'm losing my lungs To someone who doesn't care Open your heart In my life, you're so little A world of pain, watch me burn to pieces You are so dangerous and provocative Pretty like the rising storms Against the coast Cold like the barn in Maine He talks like I was born in vain I wish you were dead But maybe that's worse? Don't change me But you'll explain me You will tell her how ugly I was and am Victim complex too sustained, life support Too afraid of the hands of God Scared to death of the voices you heard In your head But I would dig a hole in the ground Bury myself alive if it Means that she'd be okay now And they look at me with remorse Born blue, eyes wide, painless Just hurting, acting like I didn't care now I wish you were dead But you used to kiss my head Don't fake your love Just help me believe again Again