Shotgun - IDA

Like glass shattering in a clean break

This is the art of a mistake

And we were like kids with a shotgun

Blowing up words till there were none

And maybe i’m too young

Maybe I’m too young

Maybe we’re too young

To be playing with this gun

I thought that i could destroy it

Aimed shot and fired

Missed the target

But you keep coming back

Hand me fractured words through the lens of time

And some things can’t be burned

Even when they yearn to die

Maybe I’m too young

Maybe I’m too young

Maybe we’re too young

Just playing with this gun

With this gun

Like glass