Shot, by Joseph Garland

He didn’t think to ask her / why she had a gun
Or why she wore dark glasses / There was no sign of the sun.
It was a summer evening / ’bout half past 8
He was strolling up his road / he knew that he was late.

She wasn’t Annie Oakley / Or Calamity Jane.
Didn’t want people / to forever know her name.
She was simply angry / tears reddening each eye.
She knew in every bone / he’d be bringing her a a lie.

I really tried to toe the line / But temptation can be too much
I see a pretty girl / A glance, a smile, a touch
And just for those next few hours / She’d be my closest friend
When I got myself home / Taken back in the end
/ taken back again

She had caught him plenty of times / Lying ‘bout where he’d been
She always convinced herself / That it was his evil twin
If she gave him time / He’d see the error in his ways
And be true to her / Like in his better days.

As he ambled amiably / she’d finally gotten wise
Realized it was over / He’d be getting no more tries.
He was now nothing / just a walking pack of lies
She took one shot to end it / It landed right between the eyes.

I really tried to toe the line / But temptation can be too much
I see a pretty girl / A glance, a smile, a touch
And just for those next few hours / She’d be my closest friend
When I got myself home / Taken back in the end
/ taken back again

She didn’t try to hide it / People thought it about time
To those who knew them both / It wasn’t much of a crime
After some numbness / She was content with how things’d be
It took the jury thirty minutes / To decide to set her free

He really tried to toe the line / But temptation was too much
He saw a pretty girl / A glance, a smile, a touch
And just for those next few hours / She was his closest friend
When he finally got home / She’d taken him back in the end
/ Always took him back again