Meet Me In St. Louis — You Said Your Finger Was a Gun lyrics

Lyrics

i’d like to say i’m ok now
but i have realised that i just cant be trusted
i’d hate to have to let you down
but i will because i’m fractured at the moment
i’ve learned to appreciate the taste of blood in my mouth
so i trip my impulses over
and bolt them down
oh no, its not you, it is me
its just my exhausted ribcage
so i trip my silly impulse and bolt it down
i’m too tired
i’ve heard it gets better
lets stay up till morning
predictable romantic
i hope it gets better
i want to stay up talking to someone like you
and listen to someone like you