End of a Gun

Is your mind on him at night I've caught a glimpse of things but I'd Rather leave them left behind I'm guessing faithfuls hard to find So I could spell it out in lights Must be so hard to sympathise And what are we doing? Why do we do this to ourselves? Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun If you shoot me down I'm falling But I can't ignore you calling Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun Unrequited and a bit betrayed Am I the chosen one Or am I just a phase saw you Stole the table at our favourite place You're filling up your Calendar with 50 first dates Broke my heart And you burnt my soul You killed the only trust That I have ever known And what am I doing? Why do I do this to myself? Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun If you shoot me down I'm falling But I can't ignore you calling Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun It's been so long but I can't forget We shed some light over a glass of red You took a liberty Stole what's left of me And all that I got back Was your cold hearted eulogy You rip up my soul I struggle with letting you go I'm fighting my demons With no reasons But I think that you know Oh, please We're closer to strangers What makes you think That we could change this You're busy fucking like you're famous You're so dangerous oh Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun If you shoot me down I'm falling But I can't ignore you calling Babada oh babada oh I end up at the end of a gun You rip up my soul I struggle with letting you go I'm fighting my demons But I end up at the end of a gun You rip up my soul I struggle with letting you go I'm fighting my demons But I end up at the end of a gun