remember me? you thought i was dead?

maybe you should've chopped off my head!

this town ain't big enough for the two of us

you should've got on the last tour bus

'cuz your sass is mine now, Jonathan

I've been waiting for this moment

so let's count down from nine now, Jonathan

you're my Mexican standoff opponent

face to face, with the lies I've told

a man alive, with a heart ice cold

i thought i buried my crimes and pain

but the grave can’t hold the guilt or shame

now i'm wasting time, like wasted youth

'cuz i'm not ready to face the truth

if i draw this pistol and point it at you

i'm pointing it at myself too...