Shoot Your Gun

spin me some sad story sell me some excuse to help me understand the things you do 'cause the way you treat your lovers well I just can't relate well where'd you learn to shoot your gun so straight? oh baby won't you cry? show me there are some tears behind your eyes oh baby won't you cry? show me there's a hurt behind your eyes once you had a reason and once you had a place you had it all and laid it all to waste and I know you hate to need us but why'd you need to hate? and where'd you learn to shoot without restraint?