And she said she couldn’t pull the trigger

Shatter the fastest sound of his heartbeat

He’s falling he’s falling and she can’t watch

She’s got the front seat

So what is she waiting for?

Crumble those things that bother you about him

The times you had your heart broken

The memories of pain and lies

Just give him release cock it

Lock it, he doesn’t mean shit so shoot him down

Because the weight you bear prevents such blue skies

Write him off and cash in on your stocks

The amount you accrued is enough to get you through

The darkest of times and what guilt is to you

Is another reason for them to see you cry

Another sip of their attention as they praise your hardships

And you always shine best

Hiding away you can never put his soul to rest

You’ve got the front seat

So what are you praying for?

Written by Baz

21 May 2009