Clocktower from No Funeral by White Rope

I WAS SITTING ON THE PARK BENCH
YOU WERE WAITING IN THE CLOCKTOWER
SCRATCHING NAMES FROM YOUR ADDRESS BOOK
HOPING I WOULD MAKE THE LIST,
MAKE THE LIST AND YOU WOULD

TOPPLE ME LIKE A DOMINO
JULIET AND HER ROMEO
FIND MY FACE WITHIN THE SCOPE
IGNORE THE LUMP INSIDE YOUR THROAT AND
PULL- PULL- PULL THE TRIGGER
PULL- PULL- PULL THE TRIGGER

90 DEGREES OUT IN THE SUNLIGHT
HAIR PULLED BACK OFF OF YOUR FOREHEAD
I REFLECT ONTO THE CONCRETE
HOPING YOU WOULD CATCH THE GLINT,
THE GLIMMER IN YOUR EYE AND YOU WOULD

TOPPLE ME LIKE A DOMINO
JULIET AND HER ROMEO
FIND MY FACE WITHIN THE SCOPE
IGNORE THE LUMP INSIDE YOUR THROAT AND
PULL- PULL- PULL THE TRIGGER
PULL- PULL- PULL THE TRIGGER

WARNING SHOT!
WHIZZED JUST PAST MY EAR
MOMENTS LIKE THIS
SHOW YOU REALLY CARE
SURRENDER!
MY HANDS ARE OFF THE WHEEL
JUST A WARNING
BUT I WISH THAT YOU HAD DONE IT FOR REAL

I’M NOT LEAVING CAMPUS!
I’M NOT LEAVING CAMPUS!
I’M NOT LEAVING CAMPUS!
I’M NOT-!

• Rock
• noise
• punk
• sad
• New York