Trigger Happy

Sitting here with these new friends of mine
discussing their old friends’ suicide
sad, but their broken pleading voices
to me, aren’t much more than faraway noises


My brain has followed the road to my heart
I’d like to inform you they’re both ripped apart
why can’t you finish the things that you start?


These words snap together like bullwhips on leather
small good it does when you can’t decide whether
to sing them out loud or shut up forever


These fingers get tighter with each passing day
it’s hard to imagine a much better way
it’s over real fast – the pain doesn’t last
here’s one sure way to forget the past


Listen up Blondie, with your head so damn thick
I’m not trying to burst your balloon
but if you don’t get your ass home quick
I’ll be squeezin’ the trigger soon


And when you don’t and if I do
pure lady harbor no feelings of guilt
it’s just some ridiculous dreamworld I’ve built
(so I can pull the plug)



 Poway, California  
  whenever