Trigger
Mourning walk in the morning glories
Complicated by the hands of time, gone by
We'd trade it all for life less forlorning
For just a second chance to make it worth our time
Still, all the pieces of the burning envy
Fueling disaster left for years in lost dreams
To be the sum of all the prayers forgotten
And never knowing if your words were wasted
You're just a pawn in every perfect prelude
Gorgeous, yes, but even more in the way you
Hold me tight before you pull the trigger
Squeeze the life, squeeze it right out of my chest
J Douglas Stephenson