love after heartbreak sometimes feels like the perfect crime... ion want 2 b defined by <<trauma>> even if I have to throw gun fingers in the mirror to prop myself up Late night on smoke Pistols at dawn Last time the bullet hit before my gun was drawn You strip my guard down Man I can’t believe God forbid I choose my wants over my needs But I wanna tear into another love I wanna dare myself to crash into us Think I was scared to take another touch I’m a bad BAD loser Ima stay close to ya You don’t even know me do ya ? I’m a killa I’m a killa I’m a killa Bang bang Gun fingers in the mirror I won’t get caught this time Commit the perfect crime