Twenty two

And I'm living in this moment
what will I do when it ends?
Opened up your window
took aim
and let city lights carry you away
When you shot down the moon
when you shot down the stars
I'd shoot my own foot to look like you did
I'll be your .22.
oh oh oh.
Hey you hey you
I could be your shot heard round the world
now you know I would
Maybe we'll make it
maybe we'll make it
I'll be your .22.
Hook line and shoot me
hook line and love me
keep shooting at words that make you alive at night.
.22.

And you tell yourself that it's not love, it's not love, it's not love, it's not love.

Your words like steel wings
against these harsh city lights
as your hopes fell
and your safety net reached out an obliging hand
I'll be your catch 22
Oh oh oh
Hey you hey you
you never said that you lived for this
well do you know that I do?
Maybe I'll make it
maybe I'll make it So fall for the trick
plummeting for me again
With all your rock ons and your 5 more minutes, catching on
I've caught on.
catch 22.

And you tell yourself that it's not love, it's not love, it's not love, it's not love.

Would it be rude to call you a technical difficulty?

Twenty two, you flail. Twenty two, calling out. Twenty two, sell out. Twenty two, no doubt.

And you tell yourself that it's not love, it's not love, it's not love, it's not love.

Twenty two, it was nice to almost know you.
Twenty two, it was nice to almost know you.

{author's note- this is a song, which is why the 'And you tell yourself that it's not love, it's not love, it's not love, it's not love.' repeats, and why i have the oh, oh, ohs in there.}