Good With Guns

I can see her arms extended

Standing in the kitchen door

Tried to get her with my pistol

Water streaming to the floorI remember she was breathing

I can still recall her scent

In the morning on my fingers

Unmanicured and slightly bentTake a liar as a lover

Taste the liquor on her lips

Drink it down just like a man

Then cough it up and choke on itLight is streaming

Through the window

Pull the curtain block the sun

Tried to get her with my pistol

But I've never been

Good with guns