(I was gone with the gun)
Live life as a pistol
In plain sight of the disappearing moon
Trying to replace your body with mine
Riding the boat instead - along with the dead
But, you were gone.
Left behind tomorrow
Undercover agent for the past
Blind to the present afflicting me
Hoping the future could be good - as it should
But, you were gone.
I didn't mean to
But, it happened anyway
A momentary lapse, you might say
But, blood is too late - so it's my fate
And you're still gone.
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