Calling Shotgun from Former Planets by Former Planets

CALLING SHOTGUN - Bring my words to life and these ordinary days will pass you by. In my head, it’s like a knife. Bring my words to life and these ordinary nights will never die. In my head, it’s like a knife. Sign in, sign out... It’s what it’s all about. Bring my words to light; illuminate the fears I have inside ‘till they’re always burning bright. You put the gun up to your chest; you asked for it. And on these autumn days, I’m reminded how incredible the high was to have you in my life. And on these winter nights, when the space beside has weight and shape and size, goddamn, I’m alive. You put the gun up to your chest; you asked for it. You put the knife up to your wrist: you lacerate. You put the rope around your neck: asphyxiate. You pour the pills right down your throat: the aspirin, klonopin, percodet (sic). You put the gun up to your chest and fired. Sign in, sign out…

• Alternative
• Rock
• emo
• punk
• Gainesville