Waiting for the Bang

Why do you look so frightened?
Is it because my finger's on the trigger?
Is it because the barrel's to your head?
Is it because you know it deserves to be there?

Don't let it worry you,
As sweat rolls over the metal,
Suctioning its tip to your face,
Joining you already.

I've nuzzled with this muzzle many times before.
I've dug its frigid plating into my temple.
I've tasted it hard between my teeth.
I've felt the terror in waiting for a bang.

But it never goes off,
No, it only goes on.
This endless dance with my snub-nosed partner,
Trying not to drown out the music.

But then, it was my hand on the trigger,
But my brains on the ground,
My heart racing not to stop,
Just trying to keep up with the beat.

Oh you make a lovely couple,
Getting cozier by the second,
My whore of a handgun, moving so indiscriminately.
But make no mistake, she'll make you pay