Sweet Intentions

Where’s my gun?
I gave it to a helpless child
And she learns
How to protect herself
Where’s my brain?
Swapped it for a cigarette
And it burns
But it gets me nowhere
Come on, baby
It’s nearly dawn
Just give me something to live for
Did it mean nothing
When you promised you would love me?
I’ve given out my second chance
Now reconcile this wreckage
Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions
I won’t fight
I couldn’t even kill a fly
Instead, I’ll leave you roses at the gates
Come on, baby
It’s nearly dawn
Just give me something to live for
Did it mean nothing
When you promised you would love me?
I’ve given out my second chance
Now reconcile this wreckage
Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions
Have you found the reason you’re not bringing home the bacon?
Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions
Have you found the reason you’re not getting what you give?
Listen to your body, it’s a prime indication
Of the mess you made
By simply having sweet intentions