If words were a weapon
A gun would be a phone
The trees would be alone
Accompanied by flowers
And grass that’s overgrown
Bugs free to roam
And live under a stone
If words were a weapon
A gun would be a phone
Words are a weapon
A gun is now a phone
They can make you feel alone
Accompanied by teardrops
Anxiety overgrown
A mind that’s free to roam
And live under a stone
Words are now a weapon
A gun is now a phone