Smoke And Guns

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

Now in my darkest hour and not my brightest day

I find I'm calling you and telling you, "I should not stay"

I'm melting in your hands, go on, make your demands

You've got me slipping through your fingers like I'm made of sand

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight

I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You're running from me, some modesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

Now as your lipstick smears

I light a chandelier

I taste attention and I'm begging

Don't you disappear

Not in my rightest mind

You tell me, "That's just fine"

What in even now you're leaving

With my hands still tied

When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight

I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You're running from me, some modesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

(I wouldn't have it any other way)

Between your fingertips, they're running down your lips

You've got me up against the wall

Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go

So go ahead, I'll take it all

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're too much fun

Think I can't handle it?

Left with no words and yet so much to say

You're running from me, some modesty

So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe

You're smoke and guns

You think I'm sick of it?

I wouldn't have it any other way

You're smoke and guns