What Kind Of Gun

I don’t know what kind of gun Or guilt you’d bring to bear If you came here for a long-delayed revenge or If instead you departed where you were among the hounds For your own impromptu comfort, But I can’t go around being worried about it, About whether you hit or whether you miss. For all I know, such an endeavor Might be doing me a favor If you just sweetly kiss my ass goodbye And blow my brains out in a hurry. rcs. Created on 2/3/2010 1:18 PM