Words are Guns

You don't have words

No you don't have the words

There's a silence instead

It grows deep in our heads

Oh it strikes me

You're so quiet in our fights

You don't acknowledge me

And You'de be holding up a mirror

It goes from you to me

From he to she

I guess i'll cover a to z.

The conversation.

Am on a cliff, you're standing over there

Why don't you move yourself

So bad and proud

what seems to hold you there

Cos I've got

Two strikes

It's a one time offer

And U get

one bite

For the taste is proper

Shouting on a lover

Better say that i'm a killer

With a

Shimmering knife

Blade cutting through the whispers

husband and wife

Shooting blanks

with a gun

One two step, run

I'm Coming home

You're unlike me

I can see it in yours eyes

When we would disagree

The words don't mean a thing to you

Oh Like they do to me

Wrong door to key

Just hold a little while you'll see

The aggravation

I'm feeling mute and blind

What really do you have to say

I can't hear a thing under this broken

Day

I'm coming home

Why do you let me.feel.like i'm alone