Your metaphorical gun
Shaking in your hand
Pointed straight at my heart
Oh baby
Please don't shoot me
I've already fallen apart
& My heart shattered
It exploded with glitter
You heard me
HIT HER
Make yourself feel bigger
Pull the trigger
Be a man
A real man
Not one that wears tight pants
For once in your life
Once in your short life
I know you just want
Our girl pants
In a pile on the floor
Hunny
It's expensive to look
This cheap
And please
Don't weep
When I take the shaking gun
From your girly hands
And shoot you in the front of your back

No regrets