my lips are pressed tightly on yours
you are sucking all air out of me
i thought of this at first
as passion
now turned deadly
a deadly game of who is who
and who's fingers you can re-wire
to make it all revolve around you
revolve and revolvers are pointing at you, my dear
you hair is long and tangled
yet i saw you as beautiful
now the tables are turned
and you are standing with the revolver
pointing at you