Bullets And Octane

It’s hard to say what’s real these days
My mind can be a dangerous place
She’s too naive for suicide
But god I wish that bitch would die
Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
Why every night I’m losing sleep
God damn she’s on to me again
Or maybe I had too much to drink
You see I think I figured out
I figured out as I was thinking
How to stop her piercing voice
From everything that she was stealing
Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
Is all I’m hearing again and again you know