Cannons

I've been thinking about the war

You had to start with me

And how you think it's time to end it

Take your worn out shoe, erase the battle line I drew

I think it's ime for us to cross it

Your turn your cannons home and

Spill the contents of your final round

I pour my bullets out until the last

One falls onto the ground

If you leave me now, you leave me

Better than I was before

If you leave me, if you leave me now

It must be bittersweet to believe in some halfhearted truce

When I've just run out of ways to hurt you

So many white flags in the dirt, nothing left for you to raise

While I keep on clean inside my pocket.