Cheap Shots

Brought it back on crooked smiles
You took that walk like a peddler
Deals unborn cries
Nothing left adorned, you know
Your composure lost a feather
Letting it flow

And for seasoned things you do
Shallow notches never take in
We'll be two
To tear out pins askew
From a stainless way of faking
Getting it through
Ain't no gun to pull

Held it back for blushing rest
You need no compelling sorrow
Not so much lent
Nothing more than rocks to feed
You slipped out like some weary hero
Who let it flee

And for seasoned things you do
If regret's a word for aching
We'll be two
To tear out pins askew
Lay your breath down on frowns sagging
To get it through
Ain't no gun to pull

So don't shoot
Not too soon