keep art alive; art by jeaneen carlinothere are still these blisters on the inside of each hand
notches left on my hip where the holster used to hang
you taught me to aim to the left and close one eye tight
to run like hell when the bullet broke the skin
to never look back and don't you ever cry, girl
but when i pulled the trigger and felt the recoil
bounce me back against the wall
you stared in disbelief with that mouth wide open gape
as if to say that you could not believe this trick would turn
you built a cold-hearted assasin up an out of a warm wishing fool
and i said to you never look away and don't you ever scream, boy
give my gun away when it's loaded
(written by me)
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