Gun in Your Hand

You jump in front of the bullet

The family put you to it

You might survive the first thousand shots

Back to the end of the line

You hold the will to survive them

Answer to those you have failed

Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop

Beating yourself down

You've arrived

A wealth of respect, a world of a regard

You've always belonged

You have to go on

I just want you to feel the gun in your hand

You used to hold aspiration

You couldn't see the limitations

Even in your youth you were unsurpassed

But driven by grief and it couldn't last

Sometimes promise

Sometimes goodbye

Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes

I just want you to feel the gun in your hand yeah

It only breaks you until you get off

I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live

It's all so average until you get off

I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold

I was young too

I felt just like you

Hated authority, hated all my bosses

Thought they were full of ****

Well it's like they say:

If you're not a rebel at the age of twenty,

You got no heart

But if you haven't turned establishment by thirty,

You got no brains

Because there are no storybook romances

No... fairy tale endings so before you run out to change the world, (I just want you to feel the gun in your hand)

Ask yourself:

What do you really want?