In with a bullet
A metaphor for your love
I was oh so frightened of it
But after I'd been struck
I'd have surely died without it
The pain of a shot
The pain in my heart
The pain I'd rather not speak of
In with a bullet
Out with hearts
Let's do away with our fear
I know now this sensation's great
So let's pull this trigger dear
Out with hearts
I've let go of my inhibitions
(as in shyness, love)
And I think I've stopped shaking
Long enough
Could I hold your hand?
I've got the strength... I think
To see this through
In with a bullet
Out with hearts
Let's do away with our fear
I know now this sensation's great
So let's pull this trigger dear
I don't mean to speak
In metaphors of suicide
'Cause you know I don't mean it
I don't, I don't
I do mean to speak
What's on my mind
And you know that I mean it
It's you, it's you
title credit: anna s.
lyrics used by - a touch of pink
