Verse 1
Headlights paint the dashboard like a spotlight on our sins,
Back roads humming under tires, where the quiet never wins.
Smoke curls from a takeout cup, laughter trying not to break,
Riding with these gun switches, feel the metal and the ache.
Pre-Chorus
Radio’s on low, city ghosts in every song,
We trade our names for loyalty — it’s right, it’s wrong.
Chorus
Riding with these gun switches, fingers dance and pray,
Night keeps all the secrets that daylight gives away.
Between the throttle and the breathing, somewhere fears collide,
Riding with these gun switches, trying not to die inside.
Verse 2
The passenger seat holds a story we won’t say out loud,
A photograph of yesterday tucked under grime and clouds.
You say it’s protection, I say it’s a loaded dream,
Riding with these gun switches, nothing’s ever what it seems.
Pre-Chorus
Mirrors catching headlights like confessions in the dark,
Every stoplight’s a question, every turn a spark.
Chorus
Riding with these gun switches, fingers dance and pray,
Night keeps all the secrets that daylight gives away.
Between the throttle and the breathing, somewhere fears collide,
Riding with these gun switches, trying not to die inside.
Bridge
There’s a rust-colored moon watching us from overhead,
We swear we’re built from iron but we’re hollowed out instead.
One wrong click, one tired hand, one heartbeat out of time,
Maps unread and promises bent like thin and tarnished lines.
Breakdown (quiet)
We say it’s for the family, for the streets that raised our name,
But the weight sits like a saddle and the sky’s a sheet of blame.
Final Chorus (bigger, aching)
Riding with these gun switches, fingers dance and pray,
Night keeps all the futures that the morning takes away.
We chase a kind of courage that keeps slipping through our palms,
Riding with these gun switches, praying hard for calm.
Outro
When the sun comes like a verdict, will we still know how to stand?
Or will the backseat hold our stories like a cold and empty hand?
Riding with these gun switches — maybe one day we’ll decide,
To fold the keys, to lock the past, and bring the ghosts outside.
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