Morning Gun

Someone meets me Every morning Holding a gun to say Don't you dare make a misstep Or else I'm firing your way So I climb out of bed carefully And sort through the shirts on my shelf I try not to look him in the eye But it's hard not to look at yourself And the sadness and the only joy Is that I'll never show Someone always waits around the corner To tell me what I don't know Slow down There's something I have to tell So sit down Don't make a sound Someone meets me Every evening I wait for them under the tree And if that kinder vision emerges I sleep to the silence in me So I jump into bed recklessly And throw my shirt on the floor There's no reason to shift my eyes There's no hitman anymore And the sadness and the only joy Is that you'll never show There's no one waiting around the corner To tell me what I don't know Slow down There's something I have to tell So sit down Don't make a sound