I remember now
city folk close their hearts
up tight
risky fright
walking around
bunch of clowns
no love to be found.
Takes three days
away
to open your ticker
enough
it's rough
I call your bluff
just afraid
old pain
nothing sane.
Too bad
so sad
could have been rad
oh well
just as well
we never fell
still bruised
still sore
still want you
more.
Day Gun