yea yea yea   im trying to manage this gun   ive never been able to manage anything   how am i gonna kill you tonight?   the knife's in my teeth, the guns in my hands   im gonna come see you tonight   if we have one more fight, that'll be our last   im gonna leave you left gone   and whatever your feeling, is not gonna help you   im sorry, but what can i say?   im done with this feeling, im not gonna stay   im left with trying to figure you out   im not gonna stop this, im gonna settle this   tonight tonight tonight   im gonna learn to manage this gun