Loaded Gun Lyrics

Holy Mother, protector of green

I have seen

The sunset, here so many times

I don't wanna be left behind

The moon shines on your dilated eyes

But you're telling me you don't wanna be alive

Two large coffees, milk, six sugars, mix, chug oxy-elixir

During this time I talk to people, make plans with loved ones

I always wake up twelve hours later, I always call back to cancel

A hibernation, some pseudoscience that strokes the ego

Hurting ahead of the curve, salvation aggressor, perv

Whatever

I'm walking towards the gates, you've kicked me out of my own house

And scattered my writings all throughout the garden

Does anyone even come to this shitty cafe? I've been here for six hours

The walk home will be precious and empty

The many-faced moon will wash me from above

And below in the puddles, it sprouts legs

I am irreparable

We often fall short of our ideal selves

We often fall short of our ideal selves

We often fall short of our ideal selves

We often fall short of our ideal selves

Bleed out, breathe in, helpless, heathen

You were an artist, That dealt in the harvest

Sorrowful eyes that wanted to cry

Didn't know how, so they gouged them out

Bleed out, breathe in, helpless, heathen

You were an artist, the doubt in the harvest

Sorrowful eyes that wanted to cry

Didn't know how, so they gouged them out