Gavin Castleton Big Triggers Lyrics

No matter how far you think you've come
There is a trigger for every gun
And you shoot and you shoot and you shoot
Until your fingers go numb
Sometimes love will creep up on you like a rainstorm
You'll be going out for ice cream then you're soaking wet
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 stuck out the window on a highway in Texas

You see a beautiful sky freckled by a million hot air balloons
You hear shouting and a frenzified honking from somewhere behind you
When you pull over love's chomping on your bumper with its very biggest tooth - it's the truth.

Well you could be relaxing in a Nanosuit,
locked in a steel cage,
in an underwater lair,
with a pack of stingrays
and the laser-mounted cannons
and the self-destructing salmon
on patrol outside,
and not a minnow in sight.

But of course you'll start to think about
what would happen if the stingrays were to duke it out with a woolly mammoth
in the megafaunic battle of the century
and WHAM!
You're caught in a loving bear trap
wrapped in a grizzly suit.

No matter how far you think you've come
There is a trigger for every gun
and you shoot and you shoot and yoy shoot,
until your fingers go numb. There's no winning her back,
there's no right thing to say
there's no skipping ahead,
there's no running away
There's just love and the hole that remains when it leaves you one day.

Sometimes love will creep up on you like a birthday
You'll be brushing your teeth, and then you're 30 years old.
And you can try to wiggle by it but your hair grays
and soon enough clumps of love are chillin' on your pillowcase.

You'll be shopping at a PriceRite for some things to cook a dinner for a new friend
You'll be excited 'bout this sort of healthy diet that you've got yourself on
You start to bloat from these adulty kinds of things that got you feeling like you're starting to get headstrong
You turn the corner and love hits you as the world's biggest aisle of parmesan... cheese.

No matter how far you think you've come
There is a trigger for every gun
and you shoot and you shoot and you shoot,
until your fingers go numb.

There's no winning her back,
there's no right thing to say
there's no skipping ahead,
there's no running away
There's just love and the footprint it leaves when it steps on your face.

So you tell her that you're moving on,
but you've told her so with another song
'cause the bittersweet nostalgia triggers on.

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