It’s
time for a Mexican Standoff
You’ve got your guns to my head, I’ve got my hands in your
hair
Why’s your hair got to be so soft?
You can’t stand my touch, I am not enough
But we’re crawling back again
Because the tears were fallin’ and you were callin’
It’s so easy, little lies will end
Then the moaning stops, and the mourning starts and we’ll
start all over again
The truth hurts, baby, come on don’t mince words
Did I let you down, or just crack your crown?
What’s that new emotion I’ve disturbed?
What’s that on your face, do you feel your place?
But we’re crawling back again
Because the tears were fallin’ and you were callin’
It’s so easy, little lies will end
Then the moaning stops, and the mourning starts and we’ll
start all over again
We can hide, stay inside, where I’m used to being
But why can’t I change your mind, like I was the other guy
It’s time for a Mexican Standoff
Put your guns away, I'll put my guns away |
