Ice Cream

I tried to look away from you As awful as it is I am the gun and not the sight I swear I'll never miss A bullet here a bullet there like war is just a cleaner If I was God and you were you You are just a blasphemer I can't forgive I won't forgive That is how you forgot A man I am a good one too Just something that you're not God is real, and so are dreams So you should get some sleep Make your bed and crawl in it Make sure it's really neat If you're in hell, then I am too I'll never look away Rot with me forevermore Not even a Sunday