Baby
You were my piece
Killed them all with ease
Got down on my knees
To show you how pleased
I was
My perfect five seven
That sent people to heaven
Heavy duty
No questions
Concealed to my discretion
We shot em
Down
But missed the true target
Blood
On the carpet
House on the market
And still
NO COMMITMENT
What did we gain?
We drove ourselves insane
Meticulously played the game
But for what name
Reputation got sticky
Had to leave the city
Still got my piece with me
But the treasures all empty
Copper bullets
Wrapped in feelings
No spiritual healing
The thought was appealing
Muted all the squealing
Yes
I operate in silence
Shaky fingers
Grabbed hold
As I try to find piece in my soul
Infested with mold
Nothing to hold
But my piece
And
I shot myself down.