sometimes i worry

True

You want my gun? My firearm? Come take it from me. Just walk through my door, come into my home, and take it from me. With your weak, soft, liberal, girlish hands. Just try to put those hands on me. Those soft liberal hands, just put em on me. On my body. Just slowly gently dragging your fingers up and down my arm givin' me goosebumps. You want my gun? Come kiss me for it. But not like right away, don't be too obvious with it. Let's do that thing where we-- our faces get close to each other and you know it's gonna happen, it's just a matter of time you just stare at each other's lips but you're waiting for the right signal to give yourself over to them completely like it a walk to remember. Come do that for my gun. Bite my lip and play with my hair...for my firearm. If you want my gun, come spank me for it. Not like... not like to hard but like, like still hard, you know? Like, like hurt me but make me feel safe at the same time, you ♥♥♥♥♥ liberals.

gay

a little gay but still a nice guy

of course I remember those days man