Her Words Kill

We see you standing on the highway waiting for the attention you don't deserve.
Paint me a gun my love.
Pull the trigger on me, baby.
Blow me away.
Why didn't you take your photographs with you?
Look at everyone else you're killing with you.
She sidewalks through the rain.
There's a pulse but not even a murderous photograph.
Think about being the hero, think about being the legend.
Another one that went and forgot to return.
Dining at a table for two, forget the expenses.