Mission: All Our Guns!

it's all talk.
time is wasted.
desperation's faceless.

up crying "all right!".
last resorts feel nice.
it was hailing insults all night.

lying Heather,
fell tarred and feathered.
heavier than all your guns,
and all my guns put together.

they'll laugh aside from me.
they'll storm in while we sleep.
they'll grab a heart from me.
but I'll laugh the hardest, see.

all love doesn't mean much
when the heads don't talk

trust.


Andrew's house burnt down. Wish him, and the family and friends of the man that lost his life in the fire, the best.

Love Tim