When I said I loved you
You said you hoped so
But I still take you phone calls
And once a week
I am shot dead
From a stolen rifle
That was well kept
It's small and it's slow
And it stings and I know
That I've worked towards this death my whole life
Breathe out
Collect last thoughts
Bleed out
Lay down
Have another conversation
Say sorry
Feel like Tennessee Williams
When I try to explain
And you all give me that look
One day
I won't wait
For the drawbridge
I'll gun for it anyway

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