I toke that green till it burns away,
Every moment blue and dull gray.
I’m caught in a haze,
Days blur in a daze.
I gave you the gun,
Put it to my head.
But you don’t love me—
I’m good as dead.
Sleep on the bottle,
Awake in my bed.
Every letter I’ve written
Never gets read.
You took me out back,
Put me in the dirt.
Told me you loved me,
Said this wouldn’t hurt.
I gave you the gun,
A-and you twisted the knife.
I gave you my heart,
And you took my life.
Here’s a bullet—load it twice.
Told me I’m special, said it thrice.
Mental maze with a gun to my head,
Another bad day, I’m better off dead.
Punch me in the stomach,
Go on, crack my jaw.
Take it to a judge,
But you’re exempt from the law.
I told you all my burdens
With a stone in your hands.
Push me under the ice
Before the boulder lands.
Hold me under the surface,
Pull my hair.
Say that you need me,
But you don’t care.
I loaded the pistol—
Take your mark.
Tell me you love me
Before it goes dark.
Lock and load,
I’ll hit the road,
Aiming down the straight.
You reeled me in,
I took the bait.
You say it’s love,
But I feel the hate.
At Heaven’s door,
Barred from the gate.
I breathe you in,
But it’s too late.
So grab your gun,
And grab your knife.
It’s not just the pain
You put in my life.
You took my friends.
You hit the road.
So here we go…
LOCK AND LOAD