20 Gauge Facelift Lyrics

Make sure you point your finger at me
Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you
No wait, make it a gun yea
Yeah that seems far more appropriate
It's my song,
I'll say what I want to

I was caught in your headlights
And now I wish
I wish I was hit
I've done my share of crawling
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of payment

Yea I'm pretty good at talking to walls yea
You're so ignorant
And it seems like my voice is dying

Well let's say
I'm dead in the hallway
Would you even bother to pick me up?
No don't even waste time trying

I was caught in your headlights
And now I wish
I wish I was hit
I've done my share of crawling
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of payment

And yea I'm better off with her
Yea she seems more different
And I'm not sure on what to call it
And yea she's pretty good at this one thing
I think it's called caring
Oh it's something you should try more often

Baby you're so close
This is what you get

Make sure you point your finger at me
Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you
No wait, make it a gun yea
That seems far more appropriate
It's my song,
I'll say what I want to

(Thanks to Kaitlin for these lyrics)