Teen Angst Bullshit Has a Body Count by Brian Czyzyk Lyrics
Jason Dean is not so much dynamite
(though his kiss packs a wallop) as the hand that pushes
the plunger and crumbles a skyscraper
to dust in seconds. He is not so much a bullet
or pistol’s chamber as the squeeze
of the trigger. When he grips your wrist, you learn love
is a kind of pressure. After your skirt is tossed
on a croquet wicket, he nestles you down into the jacket
he lays on the grass. He is ice in your brain,
eyes like lead, with lips built to tug on your secrets.
When he hands you a gun, you grip it tight.
When he says I lie, you hear I love.
(though his kiss packs a wallop) as the hand that pushes
the plunger and crumbles a skyscraper
to dust in seconds. He is not so much a bullet
or pistol’s chamber as the squeeze
of the trigger. When he grips your wrist, you learn love
is a kind of pressure. After your skirt is tossed
on a croquet wicket, he nestles you down into the jacket
he lays on the grass. He is ice in your brain,
eyes like lead, with lips built to tug on your secrets.
When he hands you a gun, you grip it tight.
When he says I lie, you hear I love.