You showed me your gun
Doesn?t that mean anything anymore?
Now the west is won
And it's over or has it just begun?
We didn?t get to fire it
Emptied out the bullets on the bed between us
I found out the truth
Every saturday afternoon
Sitting on your couch
With the TV set and a cigarette
I tried not to crumble
But I folded in the final seconds like I always do
Now I'm on your floor
Between the _ and the stereo
Maybe you don't know
What I think about when I'm all alone
Didn?t get to fire it
Emptied out the bullets on the bed between us