i argue and place a honey dipped finger on your mouth shh baby a snatched back consequence look at me straight on am i easy? I’m not a one way ticket I’m a hard earned dollar but you pull the trigger and hold the bullet consider it between your skinny sweet fingers then tuck it in your pocket my mouth is always smoking like a ‘67 tempest picking at the holes in my t-shirt barefoot and grinning getting sand in your seats i don’t know the reason i don’t know the answer but nothing is make believe i’m on your shoulder crying for the state of my salvation the edge of my wisdom i eclipse my own youth with a pulled down banged up rattle can sort of voice i don’t want it but it won’t leave corral me in your little heart where i can sleep and get better than i ever was 10 no’s 1 yes pretty tough odds i’ll bet you anything i won’t go home