Sound of a Gun

I heard the sound of a gun

As I was making my way down the dock

That sat beside your old house

When my head was a tyranny

I heard a crack in your voice

And barely made out my words in response

But nonetheless I broke down

I'm pretty sure that was home for me

Danny, you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed

Like a safe house on the shore

A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine

That held a life that's in decline

When all the water built inside my head

I came to stay at your house

To get away from the noises in my room

I drank a bowl of your mother's homemade soup

As we sat on your roof

I took some comfort and thought, there's no way it could be so bad

That a knife in my chest isn't worth all the stress

Maybe I should move away

Danny, you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed

Like a safe house on the shore

A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine

That held a life that's in decline

When all the water built inside my head

The open wound that begs for salt

My limbs strapped in a rusty vault

That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound that begs for salt

My limbs strapped in a rusty vault

That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound that begs for salt

My limbs strapped in a rusty vault

That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound that begs for salt

My limbs strapped in a rusty vault

That colors me a special shade of green