Im holding the gun backwards

Written by: shan chandi

Go suck on a handgun, but 
don't ever pull the trigger,
Thoughts so lost but i know i 
still miss her
Time spent with her slows so 
sweetly, and that bullet stops 
mid flight and stares at me so 
bleakly

And her smile makes me 
ecstatic yet i run for the bleach, 
how did this calm guy ever 
sweep her off her feet?
At the eye of the storm its all 
peace, as i watch my world 
crumble but never does it 
cease.