Eric Lindley
Shooting Range
Take me, When I was another, Take me out to the range, To shoot with my brother there, A targets shaped like people, At I-don't-care. As we drove back, And I fell asleep in the car, In that way where you just stop attending, Not knowing how far we'd gone, Or when we'd get back, I watched The Simpson's for a while, And dreamed I was no killer. I would be sorry, if I were sticking around, But at the moment I feel sorry enough.
From Letras Mania