Mr & Mrs. Smith

Everybody say they don’t care
’Til they do.
Everyone say it’s not fair
’Til it’s actually true.

Funny how the truth hurts
When it lands on you

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Finger on the trigger.

Nobody move.

Who gonna shoot?

She don’t chase, she observe.

She don’t rush, let it burn
Learned love don’t come with rules.

Let him think he in the lead.

She been gone before he knew
Distance ain’t a weakness
It’s a weapon if you choose
Let you think she need you.

Quietly she makin’ moves.

She been hurt before.

So she play it smart.

Don’t show her hand
She protect her heart.

She play the game.

Hope she don’t
Shoot.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Both afraid to lose
Who gonna shoot?

He don’t play fair, he play smart.

Been runnin’ game so long.

Don’t know how it started.


Say I’m solid, say “I’m him”
I don’t text back, let it sit
Let her mind do what it do.

Say I’m busy, say I’m gone.
Truth is I been thinkin’ too.

I don’t shoot first, I provoke
Let her fire, play the role.

Act like I don’t feel the hit
Then I vanish, that’s control.

I don’t trust what people say
Trust what they do.

I don’t love hard
I love careful.

Calculate….

We both afraid to lose
So we never win.

Keep our hearts on safety
’Til somebody cross the fence.

Truth is we both want peace
But we want control more
Both waitin’ at the door. 

Who gon’ bleed first.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

 shoot.

Alternative pop, dark indie, soul, male