Hair-Trigger (Explicit)

Hair-trigger - Protest The Hero

That sweet little red-head's got her hooks in my back

She points her finger and she shows me what I lack

Her pale skin it burns so hot in the midnight air

She paints the streets a shade of grey around my chair

So come on in

Her hot breath on my skin and her scent on my fingers

Her taste is on my mind it constantly lingers

'Till I can breathe her 'till I can believe her

'Till I can grieve her 'till I can leave her

Every kiss is a little sickening

I can feel death's fingers quickening

Tightening my passageways

If you can't count the years start counting days

Try to remember that she hates you

And though she might elate you

She tries to kill the great that's in you now

And she's hand-picked the fate that awaits you now

And despite her words it's not too late

I wrote a goddamn love song to praise everything I hate

And kids were wanting the chorus line

And they sealed my pictures frame

She might run sh*t for right now but I'll be damned if

It's forever and always

As the chorus-line fleets away

Like friends in high school hallways

Oh I got this feeling

That things will never ever ever be the same

Things will never be the same

What about those rainy nights in London

What about the crippling desert heat

What about all those times you swore

You'd never leave me

What about the hospital in L A

You took me back after that night

What about that blackened image in my mind

I swear I burn with a new light

What about that frozen dripping

Holiday burn that's cold

She's cold as ice