Gun Control

Streets are crowded but life is so vacant

There’s nowhere to go

Stepped outside in the light but couldn’t take it

There’s nothing to know

You gotta wait it out

But it’ll take some time

Be good to yourself

And then clear your mind

When all of this is far behind

Long ago

Every time you show me your soul

I only ever stare at the bullet holes

Remembering the times when you lost control

Still sitting in your seat when the credits roll

Gun control

Could get out if you had a car

Drive up to the coast

Instead of hanging round the same old bars

And feel like a smoking ghost

Like you wanted to die

But you didn’t want to

Like you wanted to try

But then pushed it through

Remembering all the love we felt

You’re the reason I wear a safety belt

Every time you show me your soul

I only ever stare at the bullet holes

Remembering the times when you lost control

Still sitting in your seat when the credits roll

Gun control

(Why not listen to the youth when you need them?)

(Why resist to see the future when you see it?)

(When you know the past is already gone and it’s already done)

(Now put your faith in the young!)