yea yea yea
im trying to manage this gun
ive never been able to manage anything
how am i gonna kill you tonight?
the knife's in my teeth, the guns in my hands
im gonna come see you tonight
if we have one more fight, that'll be our last
im gonna leave you left gone
and whatever your feeling, is not gonna help you
im sorry, but what can i say?
im done with this feeling, im not gonna stay
im left with trying to figure you out
im not gonna stop this, im gonna settle this
tonight tonight tonight
im gonna learn to manage this gun