I miss you, Kit, all around.
And when you're sleeping, never next to me,
Waiting undercover, for the man who understands you,
I miss you.
All around.
Courtesy has given way to this.
Now you understand my anger.
It's not very confusing, you got the gun.
So I'm waiting to fall,
Give me the gun.
I am waiting to fall.
I miss you, Kit, all around.
And even when you're sleeping next to me,
All that i can think is you'll be gone tomorrow.
And I miss you,
and that shit hurts.
Poetry has given way to this.
though the ending to the end.
It's not very confusing,
You got the gun,
So I'm waiting to fall.
Give me the gun,
I am waiting to fall.