A loaded pistol
She s shooting at the walls
That always close in at night
In her faded cotton gown
She burns a candle down
Wasting her breath with asking why
She don t want to go home
Cause she don t want to sleep alone
Painted sad eyes
He don t deserve your tears
Turn that light out and come outside
As the caged bird dreams of trees
It sings for company
About the fear of gravity
She don t want to go home
Cause she don t want to sleep alone
A burnt child in love with the flame
Every fire ended the same
With the taste of ashes in her mouth
Memories are the food of fools
Drowning in their dreams
A fish bowl filled with fools like me She don t want to go home
But she won t always sleep alone
A loaded pistol
Blow the door open wide
Walk through and start again