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Darlin'~ 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. jacob | Posted on 2012-06-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |