Your unhappy I can tell

I watched you kiss those bullet shells

You let your fingers roll right over that trigger

And release the casings into yourself

Making you another obituary in the paper

The crime scene shows

The chalk lines sprayed out

Like the matching graffiti on the wall

You look so peaceful and serene

But you're eyes are wide open…bloodshot

It seems like your comatose

But you're eyes are wide open…bloodshot

It seems like your comatose

After ward's I kicked stones in the gutters in the road

Knowing knowing, knowing your not going to come back

The crime scene shows

The chalk lines sprayed out

Like the matching graffiti on the wall