You've lost your texture lately, your skin feels like nothing to me It's hard to see you these days, the blur is calling you in You came a long way for me, true, but so did i You've done some good things for me, true, but so have i I shoot from my hips, I'm trigger happy too I shoot our love down, I'm trigger happy too We smell of gasoline and self-destructive fuel We smell of evil death and all that we have become I shoot from my hips, I'm trigger happy too I shoot our love down, I'm trigger happy too