Fairy-God Trigger

Sparkling white bridal gown I did not intend to wear.
You made me come to love you even though it isn't fair.
Midnight came around, the carriage changed back into trees.
The horses all were bats, the wedding vows turned into pleas.
A little bit of magic, ever tempting. So delicious.
A little bit of magic at the cost of something precious.
I keep missing phone calls, it's my only drive to run.
I needed some odd strategy to reason you to hunt.

I starved for you to follow,
got tons of promises to swallow.
Actions prouder,
you speak louder.
Load the bullets, no one wins.
We can both be genuine.

You mouth my name from far away, stalking behind bushes.
I raise my eyes, refuse to flee where I'm sitting underbrush.
I know you knew me once, don't pretend you still do.
An itchy trigger finger had no home on hands that I knew.
So I've painted one more target as a final little test,
to see if you'd destroy the place I keep you in my breast.
If I'm dear, you should know, this pale heart's got no room for error.
Barrels billow smoke, now you should look for better shelter.

I turned away, had learnt to stray, I played what's left of life by ear.
Set adrift, and set ablaze, rest me when my home is 'here'.
I closed my eyes and raised my arms and begged for you to take me.
A shot rang out, and I sank down too hard to hope you'd wake me.
I pulled myself back up again to see that she lay still.
And watch you running to us to reclaim your trophy kill.
My love was an open book, a fairy tale hand-crafted.
I hope one day you'll think to read. That it haunts you ever after.

One day, I'll hope I forget
you've lost your sense of regret.
I hope you find it
before I'm reminded
then we can both be genuine.
Again.