22-20’s – Shoot Your Gun

Do you ever wonder if we make moments in our lives, or if the moments in our lives make us?

pin me some sad story
sell me some excuse
to help me understand the things you do
’cause the way you treat your lovers
well I just can’t relate
well where’d you learn to shoot your gun so straight?
oh baby won’t you cry?
show me there are some tears behind your eyes
oh baby won’t you cry?
show me there’s a hurt behind your eyes
once you had a reason
and once you had a place
you had it all and laid it all to waste
and I know you hate to need us
but why’d you need to hate?
and where’d you learn to shoot without restraint?
oh baby won’t you cry?
you cut yourself so let me see you bleed
oh baby won’t you cry?
cry for all the things you’ll never be
don’t you see your father?
don’t you feel the love?
don’t you see your brother?
don’t you feel the love?
well could you be a mother
could you ever find the love?
that you would not place yourself above
oh baby won’t you cry?
show me there are some tears behind your eyes
oh baby won’t you cry?
why’d you have to kill to feel alive?
why’d you have to kill to feel alive?
why’d you have to kill to feel alive?

ray Lamontagne – Empty

sometimes the people you love most leave.. they leave because their scared that they might love you back…

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we've made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.