Like glass shattering
In a clean break
This is the arc
Of a mistake
We were like kids
With a shotgun
Blowing up words 'til
There were none
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe we're too young
To be playing with this gun
[bridge]
I thought that I
Could destroy it
It shot & fired
Missed the target
You keep coming back
Hand me fractured words (?)
Through the lens of time
Some things can't be burned
Even when they yearn
To die
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe we're too young
Just playing with this gun
Like glass
