Let’s knock em’ down…

We can do the guns without the roses. Just let the rose bushes grow in the shit with the drizzle from the hose. We can d o a little more shootin’ and a lot less cuttin’.  It’ll give us a lil more time to spend on us playin’ around laughin’ and luv’n’. Tastin’ a smile straight from the lips puckered up. Go grab your gun. I never liked the way flowers die after they’ve been plucked anyways. Guarantee they’ll still be by the porch once we get back. But hey. That’s me wantin’ to do a lil more than the same ol thing. Just aim, squeeze and try not to breathe. As steady as your hand can swing in mine. Line up the targets and let’s knock em’ down as the bullets take flight. It’s way better than a dozen dead tulips in a vase. Load the clip and feel the pop bring life to your face. Put you a hole in something and smell the chambers smoke. I’ll be right beside you as you’ll never be alone. We can take turns until the sun goes down. That’s the life I wanna live with you in the here and now. Fuck the flowers let’s have us some fun. Whew, what a rush…