Ready to Shoot

Drinking, not thinking; I took it too far again

Blinking and sinking down into the deep end

My heart tries its hardest to keep me afloat

But it seems that I am just a poorly put-together boat

That's okay, I will set sail with cracks in my hull

I will follow the cries of the lonely seagull

Out to sea, I'll be riding waves; it's easy

And when the storms roll in, I'm feeling dreamy, not queasy

Because something in the back of my mind can't help wonder

What comes at the end? Under the water, after the thunder?

I'm not actively saying that I want to pass on

It's just a morbid fascination I've yet to cash in on

 

I like to keep the best secrets close to my chest

I like to steer my vessel towards the setting sun, out west

 

Lend me your ears, let me borrow your fears

Tears running your face every day for years

Let's get to root and pass on all the fright

Let's get ready to shoot every scary thing in sight