I told you to call when things went wrong
Whenever you fell you would still belong
I asked you to see that I\'m not so far
Just think about me and pick out a star
I\'d be looking back and thinking of you
But I wish I knew our days were so few
You took all your pain & solved it yourself
A .44 magnum from the top of the shelf
you felt the 3 pounds & Blue of the steel
Loaded 6 rounds, needing one to be real
The clicking of clockwork inside your palm
The cold of the metal making you calm
The rubberized grips that form to your hands
The right hand twist of the grooves & the lands
The cylinder rotates & locks into place
The look of Serenity crossing your face
And the result of a single decision
Leads to a bullet that makes an incision
Severing connections that form our past
Destroying the dreams that we thought would last
It smashes the nerves controlling your heart
Systems shut down with every cell blown apart
It leaves a deep valley where Red runs free
Now you no longer have to be missing me
I told you that pain could teach us a lesson
But the teachers you chose were Smith & Wesson