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