So far from your weapon
I knew it from the get go
The bullet was cursed
Ever since I had you
Every little thing hurts
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You dream of seeing fire in them hills
But you better wipe that smile from your lips
Which of us will be the one to go?
He who hits the road’s the one who lives
“The Dead Weather – So far from your weapon”
Blonde : mirish
Brunette : mjranum
Weapon : drake_uk
Editing and Magic wand : Wolfworx