Bullet Holes

I went out to the store and I bought

A sweater full of bullet holes

Now I float around the city like a god damn saint

And I feel great

I was growing up the hard way

In the alley when I heard

That you came back from the dead

And you came back with friends

I sent you pictures of the ocean and my canine teeth

You sent back a cherry bomb and a new form of doubt

I went out to the store and I bought

A sweater full of bullet holes

Now I float around the city like a god damn saint

And I feel great