Millimeter Lyrics - No Devolución - Thursday

There's a bullet in my bag 

And it tells me what to think 

In the middle of the night 

When I can't sleep 

There's a bullet in my bag 

Singing sweetly: 

"You traded 8 for 35 millimeter 

But the trigger slips, 

The shot goes wide 

By a millimeter." 

There's a body in my bed 

Telling me to stand 

In the middle of the fire 

Where I can't breathe 

There's a body in my bed 

Sleeping softly. 

Then the day comes on 

And something's off 

A millimeter. 

Sometimes close is not close enough: 

Millimeter. 

When the numbers are run 

The measure's off a millimeter. 

We run for miles to come up short 

By a millimeter.