I can't find a decent handgun thats worth calling my secret weapon
I'm an empty clip when it comes to apologies
It's not like me to wander the streets without f*cking direction,
this place we call home is overrated
Desperate measures are what is needed to be made
I'm holding out for something better
Pull the plug, cut the chord
I don't want to be the one you look at for inspiration
I lack what it takes to motivate...
Hey, I'll put my handgun away
if you promise me that there's something more to live for
Hey, I never want to go back, I can never go back
It's not like me!