Thursday - Millimeter lyrics

There's a bullet in my bag
And it tells me what to think
In the middle of the night
When I can't sleep
There's a bullet in my bag singing sweetly:
"You traded 8 for 35 millimeter
But the trigger slips the shot goes wide
By a millimeter"

There's a body in my bed telling me to stand
In the middle of the fire
Where I can't breathe
There's a body in my bed sleeping softly
Then the day comes on and something's off
A millimeter
Sometimes close is not close enough:
Millimeter

When the numbers are run
The measure's off a millimeter
We run for miles to come up short
By a millimeter