so sunday morning
words still caught in your throat
and i'm crushing butterflies
everything beautiful
you're backwards, your blackbirds
your black eyes turn blue
glints off sun from dark windows
i shoot them for you,
anything for you
it's just me and my gun
i can't point you at anyone
if i fall in the sun, i've got nowhere to run
i've got no one to run to
your laughing, keep laughing
and let yourself fall
does this frighten you sweetly
will this reach your withdrawl?
and this picture's a fixture
one that i must slip through
and this whole town's exploding
i made this for you
it's just me and my gun
i can't point you at anyone
if i fall in the sun, i've got nowhere to run
i've got no one to run to
it's just me and my gun
it's just me and my gun
my god what have i done
it's just me and my gun