Pretty gun
It's been so long since you fucking preyed
Oh the test of summer days
Got up from bed
A Touch of change for months
Please get me out

Passing by
In the morning sun
Dying out
I don't feel fine

Headmasters bells
Ring through the walls
Got to hide under the bed
But I'm not small anymore
All the kids are gone
I stayed far too long
Now I have to play alone
And that choice was wrong
Like every other one
I made since then
I leave you a toy gun
To run away
Just run away

Morning sun
It's been so long since I felt your glance
And that won't change
Whatever comes
I don't stand a chance
I never got away from that kid

Now I feed him remorse
Play blacklisted on repeat
Throw away his toys
Then rot his bones
Whisper mute advice
Leave him a bastard son
With a loaded gun

Passing by
In the morning sun
Dying out
I don't feel fun

Dear kid
Please tear yourself
From myself
Dear kid
Please tear yourself
From me