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I'm gonna buy a gun,
so I can end it any time I want,
and laugh as I blow it away,
funny as an atom bomb,
solemn as a child at a ticker tape parade,
black clothes on a sunny day.

Drink it down,
and break the glass for me,
I'm so much older than the boy I was,
and half the man I used to be.
Lay me out,
I'm in my sunday best,
why don't you take a bow and say a prayer,
when you put my memory to rest.

He's gonna be a man,
trade tennis shoes for combat boots,
slingshot for a machine gun in his hands.
she's gonna work at a desk,
as good as any man and better at their best,
do I look smaller in a dress.

Light me up like fireworks,
I never gave a fuck or cared much when it hurt,
but now it's just too close to my core,
she's a whore and he's her man,
stitch me up so I can stand,
rub our stony hearts together,
to spark and burn the feathers from our backs.

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Submitted on: December 02, 2015