Direct Hit!
Direct Hit! - Snickers Or Reese's (pick Up The Pieces) lyrics
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I'm looking out for falling knives and bricks because I heard you've got a bone to pick with me Now I can't sleep cause I'm worried sick that I'll wake up with an ice pick in my brain - Keeping the door locked might keep you away, but I dunno how it's gonna keep me sane, when I have pills just to make it to the end of the day And so my bed's got a handgun underneath, I've got a suicide pill in between my teeth, I've got a six-inch blade for my own relief But I've got nothing but your letters in the mail to keep me up at night planning how I'll get out alive if you decide that's enough, and now it's time I die If you break in tonight, this is what I'll cry: 2, 3, 4, no no oh don't break down the door Why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up? Take a break til the tension decreases, Just practice, treat it like a break up? So why can't we smooth out the creases? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up, no feed to me when you feel like wasting time - Not that they work how you want, like cyanide, strychnine, mustard gas, or any poison in kind, because I keep every bottle I've got underneath my kitchen sink full to the brim of the antidote, see Take a chill pill, take a single second to breathe, and you might see it's not worth taking a hatchet to me So why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up? Take a break til the tension decreases, Just practice, treat it like a break up? So can you tell me where the chief of police is? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up, no You gotta find some way to cut this out Cause I don't wanna hear it, never again, not now My heart beats harder when you're around And it's not a matter of "holier-than-thou" Well it's a fact your temper ceases when you enact blood sugar increases, and it ain't helping you to hear these speeches, so maybe all you need are Snickers or Reese's