Gun by Brian Lindenmuth
I'm tired
Tired of laying here in this box
Feeling so fucking useless
But I steel myself
Because I am strong
You keep me here in this upper right prison
With that old drunk Tennessee Jack as my cellmate
Trying to pretend that I'm not here
You think I'm asleep when you caress my curves late at night
While giving Jack his nightly pardon
But I'm not
I never sleep
My siren song will never end
And will only get louder
When that bitch cheated on you
I went over there with you
And took care of business
I helped you
And this is how you treat me
My singular eye sights through ANY problem
So let me help you again
With my firm grip at the small of your back
I lead this little dance
Not you
You are weak
I am your strength
You don't have to carry your burden any longer
Let me relieve the noise in your head
And the pounding of your heart
Put Jack down
He can't help you any longer
My shot is better then his
There you go
Pick me up one final time
Let me look up at you
Dead on
My final steel kiss
Will take your breath away
