You and I pace along the grass

And think of what we had

Ambivalent and young

We're probably just dumb

The truth is that it hurts

And what's it really worth

No hope and no future

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deep where you stand

With demons to lean on

In the sky it's never coming back

No hope and no future

We'll die the same loser

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deep where you stand

With demons to lean on

No from it all

Not at all at all at all at all
No from it all

Not at all at all at all at all at all

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deep where you stand

With demons to lean on

Holding a gun to my head

So send me an angel

Or bury me deep where you stand

With demons to lean on

Holding a gun to my head

Holding a gun to my head

Holding a gun to my head

With demons to lean on