Sleeping With a Gun Under My Pillow - The Boy Least Likely To

Pushing through the topsoil

I’m blinking in the light

Shading my eyes from the morning sun

I just wish that I could still

See the world sometimes

The way I saw the world when I was young

Sleeping with a gun

Sleeping with a gun

Sleeping with a gun under my pillow

Sometimes it gets lonely

Being valiantly alone

Sometimes I wish I was there with you

I get sad just thinking

Of all the little things

I never ever had the heart to do

Sleeping with a gun

Sleeping with a gun

Sleeping with a gun under my pillow

If I looked out of a

Different window would the

Snow still fall as beautiful?