In Your Crosshairs

Even though the words were spoken in whispers,
They were loud and they were clear.
From the kitchen steps,
Through the ceiling vents.
So careless and cavalier.
I swear to god I never meant for this,
But I'm crippled with ressentiment.
And if I could speak I would ask one thing
You wouldn't bother answering.
How could you do this to me?
I'll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
While you justify your treason.
You had me in your crosshairs.
Don't act surprised to see the knife in your spine
With your initials etched in the handle.
I guess what goes around comes around.
I guess what goes around comes around.
I've been grasping onto pages
From the book that you burned ages ago.
Just a glimpse at the bigger picture.
What else could be left to show?
How could you do this to me?
I'll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
While you justify your treason.
From the driver seat of a Cherokee,
I can finally see.
From the kitchen steps,
Through the ceiling vents,
Clarity, clarity.
I'll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
While you justify your treason.
You had me in your crosshairs.
Don't act surprised to see the knife in your spine
With your initials etched in the handle.
I guess what goes around comes around.
I guess what goes around comes around.