.44 Caliber Love Letter

Sifting through weathered photo albums

(Does it make a difference?)

Looking for gloriously aged polaroids

(This is the way it is)

You think it really would make a difference?

Would I hang on the beach in perfect black and hide?

I broke through this hollow shell

That once held me so tight, I couldn't breathe

A place to accept you don't exist

Come with me, jump off the edge

Smile for the camera, sweetheart

I really wanna immortalize this moment

Just remember, the first step in forgetting

Is destroy all the evidence

With friends like you

Who needs subtext?

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This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart

With a gun, make your shot

Let's hope for better shit

Straight from my heart

That reason for separation

Straight from my heart

Christened by your bullet

I'm losing patience

Well, I guess it's my own fault

Don't remember

Don't remember

Don't remember

Don't