It's Hard To Talk With A Gun In Your Mouth

If I were to hold you in my arms tonight, would you tell me I was everything you need and wanted?

Could you look me in the eyes and tell me everything I ever wanted to know?

You are not a phrase I am proud of

I have become quite comfortable with this: Things will never be the same

So that's why tonight I end it all here

I end everything we are and were going to be

I leave it all in a kiss and a cloud of smoke