bullets and beer cans
I put the ‘man’ in ‘manic’
You put the ‘miss’ in ‘mistake’
Some people are just meant to clash
They go together like gas and a match
They treat each others heart
like a powder keg and a spark
It’s good when it’s good and bad when it’s bad
Might not gonna last.
Like a dry keg
Or busted bootleg
A spent round
In a ghost town
Our fling is intoxicating
but empty
volatile
yet envied
We’re two of a kind, all in, hell bent, turn it up to 10 and
We go together like bullets and beer cans
We go together like bullets and beer cans
Some people are a perfect match
Like Kristofferson and Cash
We’re some kind of exciting
Like parachutes and skydiving
I put the ‘man’ in ‘manic’
You put the ‘miss’ in ‘mistake’
It’s not how we planned it, but we’re going all the waaaayyyyy.