Itchy Trigger Finger

This two bit music you play
Doesn't resonate with me
I'm playing a losing game
But I'll play until I win
I'm committed to my cause
And my cause is suffering
It's easy to spot romance
On the outside looking in.

The made up shit you say
Doesn't resonate with me
I'm hearing the record play
But the beat is out of sync
You're begging for applause
And my thoughts are suffering
It's harder to find romance
On the outside looking in.

In the land of the
Talking smooth
There's nothing new to see
I'm standing resolute
But she doesn't know
What it means.
Inside the arms
Of the one you lust after
Love is a loaded gun
With an itchy trigger finger