Smoking Gun - Nyves

Are we all another vague impression?

An advantage of acute discretion?

All the promise

Of a world we sought to be

All the panic of an ill obsession

I’m not the one

I can feel you drawing lines

What have I done?

How am I left holding fast

This smoking gun?

Can we have another conversation?

Do we share in us a fascination?

See the bottom of bottle black and white

See the common and the complication

I’m not the one

I can feel you drawing lines

What have I done

How am I left holding fast

This smoking gun

We take and we say that we made it

We fake and we say we created

We take and we say that we made it

We fake and we say

I’m not the one

I can feel you drawing lines

What have I done

How am i left holding fast

I’m not the one

I can feel you drawing lines

What have I done

How am I left holding fast

This smoking gun