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Those cross-hairs burn the back of my head;
Like liquid cyanide slipping down my throat.
Quit setting your sights on me.
My heart is too heavy for you to tote.
Bite your own bullet baby;
It's been waiting for a love like you..
| i found this rather interesting until the last line really threw me off.|
i have too much baggage, don't try to fly me on your plane, i will weigh you down...just play with your instruments until you get to where you need to go...you are better off without me along...
i appreciate your wanting me...but set your sights on someone else.
again...nice metaphor..just awkward at the end for me.
|| Posted on 2012-06-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |