Give me the gun I don't care if it's not loaded I'm not here to question your motive But I'm scared For us both I know That your mind goes When you're left alone You're so delicate Admittedly, sometimes I forget You're made of wet paper
Give me the gun I don't care if it's not loaded I'm not here to question your motive But I'm scared For us both I know That your mind goes When you're left alone You're so delicate Admittedly, sometimes I forget You're made of wet paper