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