Smoke And Guns

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

Now in my darkest hour and not my brightest day

I find I'm calling you and telling you: I should not say

I'm melting in your hands, go on, make your demands

You've got me slipping through your fingers like I'm made of sand

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight

I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You wanted from me, some honesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

Now, as your lipstick smears

By light of chandelier

I taste the tension and I'm begging: Don't you disappear

Not in my rightest mind, you tell me: That's just fine

Oh, what an evening, now you're leaving

With my hands still tied

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight

I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You're wanted from me, some honesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

(I wouldn't have it any other way)

Between your fingertips and running down your lips

You got me up against a wall

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You're wanted from me, some honesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're smoke and guns