_ I brought a gun ,

andand as the preacher tried to stop me .

Hold my heart ,

It's beating for you anyway . . . .

What if i can forget you .?

I'll burn your name into my throat .

I'll be the fire that'll catch you . . .

What's soo good about picking up the pieces .?

None of the colors ever

light up anymore in this whole

I'll burn your name into my throat .

I'll be the fire that'll catch you . . 

What's soo good about picking up the pieces .?

. . . .