Caskey - Holding on to a Gun lyrics
[Caskey - Holding on to a Gun lyrics]
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
If there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one
(All in one, oh)
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh, oh, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
When you died
Rolled your ashes up inside a blunt
If that's a sin, Lord forgive me for that one
I was tryna see you again, you'd never come
I don't know if you understand
What you did to mom
She cried tears for a yеar straight
Was holdin' on i had so much to say to you
But I'd hold my tongue years later
I'm still tryin' hard to ovеrcome
I'm afraid of the day that
I gotta hold my son
Knowin' you the example that
I was molded from
Run away from this depression
I've been overrun
Shot yourself in the crib, it
Was a hole in one, nobody celebrated
I guess you couldn't handle you
And mom bein' separated
Tried to quit the drugs
All it did was accelerate it
Police picked me up from school
I didn't understand
Saw the look on mom's face
It hit me like a van knew you was gone
At sunrise you was there in my home
By the time dawn came around
Nothin' was normal
Changed everything about me
Why I'm stuck in this form
Where even on the sunny days
I'm so fearful of storms
They say when somebody dies
That another is born
I'd trade everyone for you to
Come and see me perform
What's the use of all the money
And the jewelry I've worn?
You died, but you never rose
All I got was the thorns
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh)
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one
(All in one, oh)
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh, oh, oh)
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
If there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one
(All in one, oh)
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh, oh, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
When you died
Rolled your ashes up inside a blunt
If that's a sin, Lord forgive me for that one
I was tryna see you again, you'd never come
I don't know if you understand
What you did to mom
She cried tears for a yеar straight
Was holdin' on i had so much to say to you
But I'd hold my tongue years later
I'm still tryin' hard to ovеrcome
I'm afraid of the day that
I gotta hold my son
Knowin' you the example that
I was molded from
Run away from this depression
I've been overrun
Shot yourself in the crib, it
Was a hole in one, nobody celebrated
I guess you couldn't handle you
And mom bein' separated
Tried to quit the drugs
All it did was accelerate it
Police picked me up from school
I didn't understand
Saw the look on mom's face
It hit me like a van knew you was gone
At sunrise you was there in my home
By the time dawn came around
Nothin' was normal
Changed everything about me
Why I'm stuck in this form
Where even on the sunny days
I'm so fearful of storms
They say when somebody dies
That another is born
I'd trade everyone for you to
Come and see me perform
What's the use of all the money
And the jewelry I've worn?
You died, but you never rose
All I got was the thorns
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh)
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one
(All in one, oh)
Your memory is like holdin' on to a gun
(Holdin' a gun, oh)
I ain't heard your voice in so many months
(So many months, oh) if there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let you call your son
(Callin' your son, oh, oh, oh)
Life, death, and sufferin', all in one