Holding That Gun

Brick by brick you're pulling from it

Til it's almost all too hard to stand

Bit by bit you're losing ground on it

But you hold the shovel in your hand

Because You hung your hopes on just one thing and now you're

On your knees just scrabbling

And all among-st the guts and bones and skin

And the same jokes told on you again

There's a change of tense your heart unclenches

Yeah you were never really all that nearly

And it won't feel like you won

Cos it’s you holding that gun

So flash fake smiles and keep pressing bruises

And try your luck out all around

Loose long shots might miss their target

But your stray bullets take me down

Every shot you took made a hole in your ship

But you still look surprised when you start to sink

And when I catch you practising your winks

Yeah you'll disguise that flinch as just a twitch

You’re collecting exes casting hexes

But can't satisfy your own expectations

And it won't feel like you won

Cos it’s you holding that gun

Brick by brick you're pulling from it

Til it's almost all too hard to stand

Bit by bit you're losing ground on it

It never works out like you plan

We work so hard to hide our feelings

hide our failings save our faces

Try to do right try to be liked

But we’re faking every night

You said take or leave it so I left for good

And now you're stuck with piles of damp firewood

And it won't feel like you won

Cos it’s you holding that gun

And it won't feel like you won

Cos it’s you holding that gun