Well I guess this planet's not
Big enough for the both of us
We're standing on a little rock
Someone's gonna get shot
Well I'm polishing my guns
Just cause anyone won't talk to me
If you think I might break out
Just know I'll be your rocket if you'll be my countdown
Well it seems like sound advice
From your delerious mind
Still locked up on your little rock
The opposite of doing just fine
Well I guess I've lost some things
I feel your orbit's trying to pull me in
I think I might blast right out of town
I'll be your rocket if you'll be my countdown