Drawbridge Lyrics

When I said I loved you

You said you hoped so

But I still take you phone calls

And once a week I am shot dead

From a stolen rifle that was well kept

It’s small, and it’s slow

And it stings and I know that

I’ve worked towards this death my whole life

Breathe out

Collect last thoughts

Bleed out

Lay down

Have another conversation

Say “sorry”

I feel like Tennessee Williams when I try to explain

And you all give me that look

One day I won’t wait for the drawbridge

I’ll gun for it anyway