No matter how far you think you've come

There is a trigger for every gun

And you shoot and you shoot and you shoot

Until your fingers go numb

Sometimes love will creep up on you like a rainstorm

You'll be going out for ice cream then you're soaking wet

And ice cream is something no one should draw pain from

But there it is, a lightning bolt, in your mint chocolate chip

You'll be driving with your foot stuck out the window on a highway in Texas



You see a beautiful sky freckled by a million hot air balloons

You hear shouting and a frenzified honking from somewhere behind you

When you pull over love's chomping on your bumper with its very biggest tooth - it's the truth.



Well you could be relaxing in a Nanosuit,

locked in a steel cage,

in an underwater lair,

with a pack of stingrays

and the laser-mounted cannons

and the self-destructing salmon

on patrol outside,

and not a minnow in sight.



But of course you'll start to think about

what would happen if the stingrays were to duke it out with a woolly mammoth

in the megafaunic battle of the century

and WHAM!

You're caught in a loving bear trap

wrapped in a grizzly suit.



No matter how far you think you've come

There is a trigger for every gun

and you shoot and you shoot and yoy shoot,

until your fingers go numb.

There's no winning her back,

there's no right thing to say

there's no skipping ahead,

there's no running away

There's just love and the hole that remains when it leaves you one day.



Sometimes love will creep up on you like a birthday

You'll be brushing your teeth, and then you're 30 years old.

And you can try to wiggle by it but your hair grays

and soon enough clumps of love are chillin' on your pillowcase.



You'll be shopping at a PriceRite for some things to cook a dinner for a new friend

You'll be excited 'bout this sort of healthy diet that you've got yourself on

You start to bloat from these adulty kinds of things that got you feeling like you're starting to get headstrong

You turn the corner and love hits you as the world's biggest aisle of parmesan... cheese.



No matter how far you think you've come

There is a trigger for every gun

and you shoot and you shoot and you shoot,

until your fingers go numb.



There's no winning her back,

there's no right thing to say

there's no skipping ahead,

there's no running away

There's just love and the footprint it leaves when it steps on your face.



So you tell her that you're moving on,

but you've told her so with another song

'cause the bittersweet nostalgia triggers on.