In the Air!

Put the gun up to my head
Pull the trigger and I'm dead.
I wouldn't have the slightest clue.
If I should turn my back to you.
The knife will scar my skin.
And cut away all my hope and all my sin.
In the kitchen sink you lay my heart.
One or two of every part.
I washed it clean and kept it so.
And now its dry but its got a certain glow.
In my pocket there's a map.
That will lead you to my lap.
I wished to night that you would come to me.
But the moon returned to sender so I let it be.
You can fool me twice and I will never learn.
But be sure that you that needle always burn.

Two more weeks has passed before.
So two more weeks can pass again.
And I wont think of you.
No never and thats true.
Sink in to my bed and fill my heart with gold.
Then you can cut it out and get it sold.
I wont regret when you're gone but I will morn my soul.
Because one broken and one gone cant make one whole.