Looks like we’ve come to the end of the road
There’s not point in running away now
I’d rather sleep until the storm is gone
She’d rather be shooting at me now

I know it will end up in anger
I don’t think we grew up
We just became older
She’s aiming her words
Ready to fire
I don’t think that bullets will bring back desire
I don’t think that bullets will bring back desire

Looks like a blink of an eye’s not enough
She’d rather be staying for days now
I’d rather fix it than mess up again
She’d rather be burning it all now

I know it will end up in anger
I don’t think we grew up
We just became older
She’s aiming her words
Ready to fire
I don’t think that bullets will bring back desire
I don’t think that bullets will bring back desire