Gun - Drapht

Hey girl, so nice to wake up

And see your name come up on my phone

Guess we failed at being alone

I guess we failed not to talk, talk

Like waterboarding type torture

Less war, more love, doors boarded up

Save our hearts from being torn apart

But I feel like Lance’s calves after Tour de France

Worked so hard for nothin'

I cussed you out, that was me adjusting

Couldn’t meet in London, I was juggling

Two jobs and couldn’t find freedom from it

Long distance over WhatsApp

Turned into combat only cause I

Wish you’d be here now like you’re Rhonda

Still why don’t you come back?

But don’t, don’t throw it all away

Girl to find me, girl to find me here

I know that ain’t a holiday

Don’t remind me, don’t remind me

Girl you my gun, gun gu—n

Take my world apart—art

Gun, gun gu—n

Make me wanna run

Hello 'ello my little l—o—v—e

No E.T., yeah no phoning home

No making passes tryna score

Ain’t tryna be no Karl Malone

I know you ain’t no roman Mona Lisa

Ain’t tryna keep you hanging, no

Future planning girl, you gotta go do you

You mean too much to me to make you choose

And knew that we all lose love

But you were my gun, wounding

Shooting me through my heart, Stanley Kubrick type art

Moved with our eyes wide shut

You were my drug but there ain’t no Betty Ford clinic

And it wasn’t pretty living by myself

Under your spell kept running through my worlds like Gargamel

'Cause you’re my

Gun, gun gu—n

Take my world apart—art

Gun, gun gu—n

Make me wanna run

Gun, gun gu—n

Take my world apart—art

Gun, gun gu—n

Make me wanna run

Be strong, don’t listen Trey Songz

No photos from Rome, no renaissance

Stay away from her Instagram man

Take that phone out of your damn hand

You don’t need to read the old messages

Don’t eat pizza for breakfast

You don’t need to bring it up again

'cause all your friends like Ben

They sick of the break up, either make up

Or shut your mouth boy, what you made of

Fairy floss boy?

Let me tell ya somethin'

If you play with old flames like napalm

You’re gonna get burnt, gonna get hurt

If it don’t work out again it’s worst

When you return you learn it ain’t meant to be

And we both know that ain’t me

But don’t, don’t throw it all away

Girl to find me, girl to find me here

I know that ain’t a holiday

Don’t remind me, don’t remind me

Girl you my gun, gun gu—n

Take my world apart—art

Gun, gun gu—n

Make me wanna run

Gun, gun gu—n

Take my world apart—art

Gun, gun gu—n

Make me wanna run