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 ear drum 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