Cold Steel

The silver flashes
and old Broadway songs play in my head
we both, we both reached for the gun
One hand taps the beat
while my eyes stare down the cold barrel
oh yes, we both, oh yes we both
You can’t outrun what you already know is coming
sweet words pacify, mollify
roll over him like sticky candy apple syrup
reached for the gun, the gun, the gun
Will I close my eyes at all tonight?

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