There is a trigger for every gun
And you'll shoot and you'll shoot
Until your fingers go numb
Sometimes love will creep up on you
You'll be going out for ice cream
And ice cream is something
no one should draw pain from
But there it is, a lightning bolt
in your mint chocolate chip
You'll be driving with your foot
freckled by a million hot air balloons
a friend's a fine honkin'
from somewhere behind you
When you pull over love's
with it's very biggest tooth
Well you could be relaxing
With the laser -mounted cannons
and the self -destructing salmon
and not a minnow in sight
But of course you start to think about
If the stingrays were to duke it out
in the megaphonic battle of the century
You're caught in a loving bear trap,
wrapped in a grizzly suit
There is a trigger for every gun
And you shoot, and you shoot,
Until your fingers come numb
There's no winning or bad
There's no right thing to say
There's no skipping ahead
When it leaves you one day
Sometimes love will sneak up on you
You'll be brushing your teeth
and then you're 30 years old
And you can try to wiggle by it
And soon enough clumps of love
are chillin' on your pillowcase
You'll be shopping at a price range
for some things to cook or dinner
You'll be excited about this
that you've got yourself on
You'll start to blow from the adult -y
kind of things that got you
You turn the corner and love hits you
No matter how far you think
There is a trigger for every gun
And you shoot, and you shoot,
Until your fingers go numb
There's no winning or back
There's no right thing to say
There's no skipping ahead
There's this love in the footprint of leaves
when it's dead, it's on your face
And you tell her that you're moving on
But you told her so with another song
Cause the bittersweet nostalgia triggers on