you're my trigger

I can't wait i can't wait i can't wait it's been a long time but something's shifted in the distance a voice do you hear it that me singing 3 wishes genie , where is he snipers ready aim I'm tired i can't wait i can't wait for you to have me in your sight unlock the Glock cock it back and squeeze tight. trigger , your my trigger don't hold back . smash . that ass is grass Target practice drag me into a new day your my trigger , i can't wait it's been so long rolling along composing songs I've written give me a reason your counting minutes open the gate bishops ready knights closing in tension thick 3 steps ahead she pulled back what's missing check she's surrounded not yet the game is deceiving I'm dreaming 2 wishes left genie where is he blinds are lifted it's bright light Ray's leaving lines across your face dark spaces left in the passed hold tight I'm back where i started thinking of reasons feeding demons that have been creeping strategically making a mockery of my life and I've put out apbs and inquiries for a beast with more fucked up tendencies than mine. the sign says hiring but it's all piled collecting dust no one meets the requirements or the debauchery I have in mind, . it's like the Frankenstein monster aimlessly picking parts knowing there's only one doctor that knows who she is inside and how to make her stop trying to replace her broken heart it's only make shift stitching and temporary ideas materials located in hidden agendas back pocket close calls not quite yet still breathing off in the distance listen I'm singing unlock the Glock cock it back she's a moving Target trigger happy misfired but there still a chance genie 1 wish left your my trigger your my trigger