Come on down pour yourself another pint of courage

While I sit around and wait for you to find your claws

I would never be the one to have discouraged

Such a fine attempt at the art of climbing walls



Who would ever thought I'd be the one to finally lose you

I never made you out to be an easy mark

A simple re-defining of the meaning of lucid

A simple matter of the slow extinction of my spark



One look, one blow

One heart, run low



one more...well placed hole...



You're a woman of the kind likes to cut men slowly

So I never really felt it till you cut my soul

Now I'm like a gun that's been cocked and loaded

Contemplating the logistics of a well placed hole



One look, one blow

One heart, run low



one more...well placed hole...



Did you really ever thing that I would finally do it

Did you really think you meant so much

I'd lose control

I've got a little hint for you my star-crossed lover

Come back around here if you're looking for a well placed hole...