Handgun
Words & Music by Chris Frasco

Your love tastes like the last meal on death row
breathing in and out, around we go
forget about motives, forget about futures forgotten
the only lines left are the lies we've been caught in

You've got no reason to hold me down
We've got no time to mess around

Cause I've got a handgun
Do you want to see me load it up?

A black bullet casing for a black, hardened heart
the words from your mouth rip my flesh apart
promises broken and promises unkept
lie like sheets on the bed where we slept

You've got no reason to hold me down
Got no time to mess around

Cause I've got a handgun
Do you want to see me load it up?

This tension eats at my bones
don't smile as you leave me here to fracture
without faith in myself
I face this barrel alone

All songs, music, lyrics, and blog entries written by singer / songwriter / guitarist : Chris Frasco
In Light and Shadow © 2009 Chris Frasco. All Rights Reserved. Titles registered to Christopher David Frasco, Frasco Publishing (ASCAP)