Open Sore

I am wrong and you are right I wear black and you white I am dead you are alive I am alone you're just fine But tonight I might be able to gather all my stuff up for a campfire I am heading west You look stable now Are you stable now You own a rifle a big household I am like an open sore Left to dry up in the sun I'm like a lonely bird Or a desolate shore But tonight I might be able to take over my life and run, so far And make things right Am I crazy now Am I the crazy one I got no rifle Fuck your rifles I am like an open sore Left to dry up in the sun I'm like a lonely bird Or a desolate shore