I Suppose

Picture on an empty page, you're yourself I'm Bettie Page
I can swing and with one crack, I can lay you on your back
if I wanted to

Wrap you up in linen sheets and tie the ends so they look neat
Say I'd never miss you, and dab my eyes once with a tissue
if I wanted to
It seems there isn't any good in me

I'll give you my gun Son here
And let you play for a while
Take your time and heal
Once I'm gone you're in denial

Here's my story sad and true, I'm a liar it's sad it's true
If I made my exit now I'm pretty sure that I'd know how
"Hey kid come here for a minute."

So have you held one of these it's kind of heavy but it's a breeze
Just like in the movies see, I'm the villian and you don't like me
"So aim with consideration."

I'll give you my gun Son here
And let you play for a while
Take your time and heal
Once I'm gone you're in denial

As I stand here my eyes closed, I had a thought that I suppose
If I ask to be forgiven, try again and just start living
Seems better I suppose, seems better I suppose

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