that your soul was black and they told me about the hour glass design on your back. is this punishment for the faith i lack - pain for the faith i lack?
i'd pray but i don't know what for. do i want you to come walking back through that door or is my own well-being to me worth more? my own well being worth more?
over in the corner, laying on a grate is my pappy's reliable .38. should i let its old blast seal my sad, sad fate - blast seal my sad, sad fate?
but then you and him bust through the door and my hands drop the .38 down 