Shoulda been a farmer
And blamed it on the weather
With a tired back and soiled hands to show for my efforts
Burned and dry
All of these questions
What’s it worth?
Does it last?
Is this wrong?
Handguns make less mistakes
Without love to feel anything
Handguns we borrowed in case
This works and we can’t pay for it
I’ve been foolish
All the way runnin'
With a broken glass that can’t hold
What I’ve come for
I don’t recall
Why I didn’t question
What we had when I left
Was I wrong?
Handguns make less mistakes
Without love to feel anything
Handguns we borrowed in case
This works and we can’t pay for it
Coulda been better
Without any reason
With less words to misuse
More time to finish
There’s no mistaking
There isn’t any question
How could I?
And why?
Has this become wrong?
Handguns make less mistakes
Without love to feel anything
Handguns we borrowed in case
This works and we can’t pay for it
Handguns
Without love
We borrowed in case
We can’t pay for this
Handguns make less mistakes
Without love to feel anything
Handguns we borrowed in case
This works and we can’t pay for it