Its all in my head.
Nothin' on paper, no documents.
No fancy briefcase with a pad,
no duffelbag with a lock.
There's certainly no key.
It's all i'm going to need,
is already here in my head.
Everything I want is in front of me,
waiting to be taken.
There's something in the way.
The plans, check.
The reasons, check.
The methods, check.
The songs, check.
The family, check.
The wrongs, check.
The blunders, check.
The faults, check.
The destruction, check.
The stress, check.
With every check is a new round entering the magazine.
And with every check is my thumb itching to pull back the hammer.
Every check involves my index finger caressing the trigger.
The positives are the rounds I bought.
The negatives are the ones they bought.
bang
