In Your Crosshairs - Knuckle Puck

They were loud and they were clear

From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents

So careless and cavalier

I swear to god I never meant for this

But I’m crippled with resentment

And if I could speak I would ask one thing

You wouldn’t bother answering

How could you do this to me?

I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares

While you justify your treason

You had me in your crosshairs

Don’t act surprised to see the knife in your spine

With your initials etched in the handle

I guess what comes around, comes around

I guess what goes around, comes around

I’ve been grasping onto pages

From the book that you burned ages ago

Just a glimpse at the bigger picture

What else could be left to show?

How could you do this to me?

I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares

While you justify your treason

From the driver seat of a Cherokee, I can finally see

From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents

Clarity, clarity

I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares

While you justify your treason

You had me in your crosshairs