Six Shooter

If we're just warships that passed at sea in the night,
Then the daybreak took a long long time.
You are full of life, a floating vessel.
I am the Marie Celeste, I am a listless ghost now.

There wasn't even a warning shot across the bows.

No cannonball, no smoke, no flame?
Not now, not ever again.

If we're just grains of dust in a desert
Then there's a breeze blowing us apart.
But if we should meet soon, one hot high noon
Let's just aim for each other's hearts.

Burden down these bullets broken from the start.

Steady hands and sharp eyes to counteract these cool winds.
Feels like the end is rolling in.

So don't you use your words as weapons,
I'm scared you'll run out of rounds.
Six shooters soon get empty.
And I know I'll be counting down.

So if we keep it calm then maybe
No one has to feel a thing.
Let's lay down our arms and shut our mouths.
And keep pretending.

6)Everything
5)is
4)going
3)to 2)be 1)alright.