Song About You - Handguns

Don’t tell me to write a song about you

Don’t tell me what to do

This is getting old

And I don’t know what to say anymore

I just don’t feel like I did before

And I’m sorry, but my friends say that I shouldn’t be

I just traded in this season for better company

I get sick to my stomach, every time I try to confront this

So many nights spend staring at the ceiling

Trying to put the right words together

To let you know that I’m leaving forever

Trying to put the right words together

Like a dull blade to the dead weight I severed

And I don’t know where to begin

You’re fading out and wearing me thin

And it’s not that I lost my touch

I just can’t make it hard enough

I think it’s like my friend Joe says

«I don’t need anyone or anything»

I just need something to believe in

You tell me that I’m running away, yeah

You hit the nail on the head

Drive one last nail into my eardrum

Bleed your voice out of my head

Stick the nail in your hand, drive it into my head

I don’t regret a thing I said

Take the nail in your hand, drive it into my head

Because I’m already dead

Trying to put the right words together

Now I’m gone and leaving forever

Trying to put the right words together

In search of something better