What is left after the wreckage?
Just the mark of your tires printed over my chest
Where you ran me over, baby
You run me over
I guess it was me that crossed the street
Me that said:
"If love is a gun, then take my life"
What is left after the night?
Just the mark of your absence on my mind
You keep me from eating, baby
You keep me from sleeping
I guess it was me that crossed the street
Me that said:
"If love is a gun, then take my life"
What is left after enough time passes?
I was terrified that I couldn't live without you
Now I'm terrified that I can, baby
I'm terrified that I can
I guess it you that was the smart one
You that said:
"If love is a gun, then let me go"