Bullets on Layaway

You seem to have radar for when I'm feeling independent again.

A coward do I brand you once more?

I am now speeding down a path. Your interruption triggers my wrath.

The failed love, standing at my door.

Bullets on Layaway. Forced to lock-and-load. I've been waiting for the battle cry.

It's been months since anything's moved me at all. Never tell me to never say never.

I would never seek your attention.

Never wonder where you've been.

Never feel a shred of self-doubt.

I try to deny you got inside. My innocence trampled by your pride.

There's safety in being a hollow shell.