Shell Shock

very times she turns her head in my direction
my synapses one by one come disconnected
if this is war well then i’m her prisoner
and she’s left me in shell shock

blood and bruises are her colors of affection
she leaves a trail for all to see as her lesson
if this is war well then we’re her prisons
ahd she’s left us in shell shock
shell shock
shell shock
shell shock

if this is war well then i’m her prisoner
and she’s left me in shell shock