Give Me The Gun

American Football

Give me the gun
I don't care if it's not loaded
I'm not here to question your motive
But I'm scared
For us both

I know
That your mind goes
When you're left alone

You're so delicate
Admittedly, sometimes I forget
You're made of wet paper
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