Gun

There's a gun under the pillow, it keeps me protected
You move your body to that song and hold me like a weapon
[?] special, salty, sweet [?]
Detonation can be holy if you're unaffected

I was sitting by a river sacred body bubbling
You were digging in the mud while you were smoking something
Asked me if I think when we go we turn into nothing
I thought of dying on that river bank to prove I'm something

Laying on your chest I say I thought of something crazy
Hurts my stomach to think that you were just once a baby
You pop a pill you said it helps you with your muscles aching
Something 'bout being so young and fucking free and crazy

I hold the bullets in my skirt while we go walking through
These trees, I always said were planted here for me and you
Whistling and spitting arrows on [?]
I hope when we decay we come back like a [?]