What have I gone and fucked up again this time?
How did I become my own demise?
All these twisted little parts of me
Afraid of losing everything
So I, I pulled the trigger and I fired away
I pulled the trigger and I fired away

Can you still hear my voice from afar?
Your dead flowers are still hanging on my walls
I felt God when you were near
For once everything seemed so clear
Until you
You pulled the trigger and you fired away
You pulled the trigger and you fired away

The shot you took was overdue
It’s a good thing I am made of scar tissue

You pulled the trigger and fired away
Won’t you lay your guns down

Won’t you please lay your gun down
Won’t you lay your gun down

What have I gone and fucked up again this time