When the Cops Use Their Guns

That plan just fell down at my feet.
Bullets traveling to your face.
When the cops use their guns,
It makes an awful sound,
So we cover our ears to stop the pain.

Captured by ten .22s you fell.
Bullets traveling through your brain.
Companionship looks discouraged.
I could've been there if I'd hurried.
Isn't there one safe place in this goddam state,
For my friend?

And it's hard to say where I'll sleep tonight.
It's hard to say who I'll love tonight.
It's hard to say how I'll wash you off my shoes.

That plan just fell down at my feet.
Bullets polluting the air,
With memories of me and how we met.
The side effects of falling in love.