The Gun

Doesn't matter who you love, son
 If you don't love yourself some
 She could be the only one and still not want to stay
 If you can't get a hold on
 What's been doing your soul wrong
 Been hanging on for way too long
 Like living with a loaded gun
 So let's have a tick tick talk about the time that I have left
 Always trying to leave you, darling
 Give up these cigarettes
 I can only say farewell when I know there's nothing left
 Til the next time there ain't nothing left
 Doesn't matter who you love, son
 If you don't love yourself some
 She could be the only one and still not want to stay
 If you can't get a hold on
 What's been doing your soul wrong
 Been hanging on for way too long
 Like living with a loaded gun
 And if you let your body hang like three sheets in the wind
 Some day they'll blow away rip right through the pins
 If you pour whiskey on 'em wrap 'em 'round women you just met
 Well, one day there'll be nothing left
 Ain't no next time when there ain't nothing left
 Doesn't matter who you love, son
 If you don't love yourself some
 She could be the only one and still not want to stay
 If you can't get a hold on
 What's been doing your soul wrong
 Been hanging on for way too long
 Like living with a loaded gun
 Yes, there was a time when I thought to say goodbye
 I'd just walk into a field somewhere sit back and close my eyes
 Cause the woman I loved ain't the women I love no more
 Still, the woman I loved gave me more than any woman before
 Doesn't matter who you love, son
 If you don't love yourself some
 She could be the only one and still not want to stay
 If you can't get a hold on
 What's been doing your soul wrong
 Been hanging on for way too long
 Like living with a loaded gun