Tonight its just revolvers and revolutions,

Artificial sweeteners & pretend promises on the tip of my tongue leaving me g a s p i n g for breath

And you opening another beer.

Because maybe we're on a suicide mission just half way to hell and back

With a smile on my face and b.i.t.e. marks on your neck I shove a scarf at you

But you are still trying to figure out if it was meant to cover up your sins

Or to tighten around your neck