At Dawn She Comes: A Shot in the Dark

A Shot in the Dark

When a poet lies
He slashes wild, holding the blade
Without a handle is the vandal in his heart
The harm to you
Is the harm twofold to me
Netted animal in sheets
Lost in the forest
Of thought…

I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
From a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I am holding the gun

Sweaty palms praying
Lord, I’m too young to be a dad
So January hurry up and let me sleep
The game she plays
You make the rules up as you go
Try to raise me till I fold
Now who’s in the closet?
In too deep…

I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
From a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I am holding the gun

Take the winnings and leave
Say I told you so and die
With your valentine landmines all up the stairway
The gang’s coming by
So I’ll love you one more night
Then I’ll think of something else
I’ll barricade the doorway
Please, just stay…

I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
From a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I’ve been running from a shot in the dark
And I’m holding the gun
I am holding the gun