Steven Smith

As I was saying, I know
That I’ve been one of the few who walked away from you
Steven Smith, we all lose
One look at you and they’re suddenly covered in shrapnel too
It’s true, most die in your bedroom
All the time I’m getting shot
Oh, barrels roll and hammers drop
Come on now
Grab that gun and we’ll go drive around
Until there’s no sound
Come on, let’s go
I said I am driving and I am driving
Its true, I’ve got something for you
When everything’s quiet
The ringing in our ears will seem awfully violent
And then there will be silence
And then there will be silence