Hair-trigger - Protest The Hero

That sweet little redhead’s got her hooks in my back

She points her finger and she shows me what I lack

Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air

She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in Her hot breath on my skin

Her scent on my fingers

Her taste is on my mind

It constantly lingers

'Till I can breathe her

'Till I can believe her

'Till I can breathe her

'Till I can leave her

Every kiss is a little sickening

I can feel Death’s fingers quickening

Tightening my passageways

If you can’t count the years

Start counting days

Try to remember that she hates you

And though she might elate you

She tries to kill the great that’s in you now

She’s hand picked the fate that awaits you now

And despite her words, it’s not too late

I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate

And kids were wanting the chorus line

And they sealed my picture’s frame

She might run shit for right now but I’ll be damned if it’s forever and always

As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school hallways

Oh, I got this feeling

That things will never, ever, ever be the same

Things will never be the same

What about those rainy nights in London?

What about the crippling desert heat?

What about all those times you swore you’d never leave me?

What about the hospital in L.A.

You took me back after that night

What about that blackened image in my mind?

I swear I burn with a new light

What about that frozen, dripping, holiday bird that’s cold

She’s cold as ice!