i raise my forehead to the gun

i raise my forehead to the gun
not other way around
i blow a bubble bubble gum
it pops but makes no sound
i sing alone on days of five
like every other week
she said shes fine but sort of lied
knees wobble cuz im weak
she cries alone and smiles fade
she says that she’s alright
their work is done they have been paid
the doctors say goodnight

the time has passed they say that now
my brains alright but dont ask how
the wounds have healed or so they say
she cries alone and smiles fade
i am alright, alone but fine
my life was wrong, now redesigned
i sing alone on days of five
no love to live, i am deprived
but in a way that ill be fine
she said shes fine but sort of lied
alone again its 321
i raise my forehead to the gun
and pray there is no god