Sawed Off Shotgun

I crawled out your door
Took the long way home
I stayed in my bed
Till my back got sore
Oh Chloe
You're killing me slowly

Last week fell asleep
Lying in your arms
Now I'm putting bleach
In my shopping cart
Oh Chloe
You don't even know me

You know I'd rather end up dead
Than find her Prozac in your bed
You're so cool and I got nothing to do

I got a sawed off shotgun but I'd hold off for you

Only took July until I was yours
Stealing 45 from convenience stores
If only
You wanted to know me

Now I'm sitting still on my mattress
Barrel in my lap it's almost automatic
I know it's below me
I'm sick and it's lonely

Yeah I got a sawed off shotgun but I'd hold off for you
Yeah I got a sawed off shotgun and nothing to lose

I probably won't
But I want to
Bleeding out
And I want you
Take off my clothes
You wont see me naked
I'm freaking out
In your basement

Yeah I got a sawed off shotgun but I'd hold off for you