"Starring down the barrell of a loaded 45,

Your eyes

Cols as the metal in my hands

u.n.f.o.r.g.i.v.i.n.g.

Until we touch

(nothing but firecrackers in my blood)

And

Oh how I still love you

Still need you adore you crave you

To the point of tears.

'convince me it's all been just a bad dream, darling.'"

10/27/2007 11:18pm