A Bullet for Daniel

There's a bullet in my head
it's my own way of saying you were right.
With my luck, it'll end up the same
with one more one-sided fight.
But this bullet in my head swears
you were always right.
You'll come home and find me on the floor,
then maybe you'll wish you'd tried to know me
just a little bit more.

Maybe death is better in Mexico
I've never been, so I'll never know
This hotel room reeks of bad coffee and cigarette smoke
And this hard liquor tastes bitter compared to you
They won't let me forget all the things I wished you spoke
I hear them in overreactions on melodramatic TV shows
I should've just told you no
Then maybe I'd still be around to tell you so
Maybe you loved me, but you wouldn't let it show.

[still unfinished]

...For Daniel.