Gunner

You were a mangled
being of cadaverous composure
You defect to regress
in the face of overexposure

I mean it, I swear
you don't have to say the words
I've got a line and I picked it out for you

I'll be a shotgun
I'll be a shotgun for two

I am a relic, decrepit and reanimated
This body, a crevice
Pathetic and often deceptive

I mean it, I swear
You don't have to say the words
I've got a line and I picked it out for you
I've got a line and I picked it out for you

I'll be a shotgun
I'll be a shotgun
I'll be a shotgun for two

Two