Hand on The Gun

Verse 1:

Empty glasses scattered on the bar

How did we ever let it get this far?

A shot of whiskey and a half a bar

I gave you love and then you broke my heart

Pre:

Could’ve been my lucky lover, four leaf clover 

But now there’s no blanks left in this revolver 

You drown me out til I turn purple 

But I got enough breath to say

Chorus:

I don’t wanna hate you 

But you’re making it hard for me not to 

I don’t wanna kill you 

But I’m keeping my hand on the gun 

I don’t wanna hate you, blame you

When you dig under my skin

Like a tattoo

I don’t wanna hate you 

But you’re making it hard for me not to 

Verse 2:

So kick me when I’m down

I’ll last 200 rounds, 

‘cause I’ve seen your type before

So keep on talking smart

A kill shot in the dark

Cheap talk that’s all you fucking know  

Pre:

Could’ve been my lucky lover, four leaf clover 

But now there’s no blanks left in this revolver 

You drown me out til I turn purple 

But I got enough breath to say

Chorus:

I don’t wanna hate you 

But you’re making it hard for me not to 

I don’t wanna kill you 

But I’m keeping my hand on the gun 
I don’t wanna hate you, blame you

When you dig under my skin

Like a tattoo

I don’t wanna hate you 

But you’re making it hard for me not to