Never Run Good News Into The Ground

i pretend it didn't hurt me
i go out in the yard
i get a .44 out the backseat
i let the door swing soft

i walk on eggshells
i pretend to know the word "stop"
oh i hope your mother hears
your mouth and the gun going off

oh oh oh god
is it a lot
to ask, to protect your own

oh lord i must admit
when you come and get your shit
it'll all be gone

is it the red on your shirt
that's tearing you up?
or is it that look in your eyes
because i can't get enough

you were lying with the dogs
now you're buried with the bones
who knew hell would be this empty
who knew it'd feel this much like home

oh oh oh god
is it a lot
to ask, to protect your own

oh lord i must admit
when you come and get your shit
it'll all be gone

oh oh god
is it a lot

oh oh lord
you're all i've got

you're all that i've got