The Godawful Truth

I don’t want to get used to this.
I don’t want to get used to this.
And I’ll tell you why that is:

It’s the godawful truth that when fear gets into you there’s little you can do.
You sit slack-jawed, shake the paw of a dog who’s sitting beside you.

I don’t want to raise my fist.
‘Cause I don’t want to have no grip.
Will I stay here where it’s safe?
I can lie about it later.

Sometimes a pillow in the face and a warm embrace feel so much the same.
I’ve got a bullet in my mouth, but when I take it out, I breathe, and I feel better.
La, la…

I don’t want to get used to this.
Then you’ll be something else I miss.
I’ll add your name to the list.

It’s the godawful truth that when fear gets into you there’s little you can do.
I’ve got a bullet in my mouth, but when I take it out, I breathe, and I feel better.
When a pillow in the face and a warm embrace feel so much the same…
I’ve got a bullet in my mouth, but when I take it out, I breathe, and I feel better.