The Last Shot (Took Seven Years)

Patience, bro

you don't know what it took

to get this crosshair steady

on the one hook

that everything hung from

I waited through the reloads

through the friendly fire

through the nights I aimed at nothing

just to stay alive

Look what I got

it's not a toy

it's a receipt

for every quiet betrayal

every time I couldn't sleep

A sniper rifle?

No.

It's a period at the end

of a sentence I started

when I still called you friend

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(but don't ask me what I lost

to get here)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(but don't ask me what I lost

to get here)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(but don't ask me what I lost

to get here)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(count the bodies on the way

most of them were me)

You think winning sounds like a crowd?

Sounds like silence

after a grenade

Sounds like realizing

the person you wanted to save

is the one you had to slay

Patience, bro

you said “ take the shot”

I took seven years to line it up

and one second to lose the plot

But the plot was always this:

a scope, a trigger, a goodbye kiss

to the version of me

that believed you'd stop

(No respawns.

No replays.

Just the echo of the phrase: “ Won the game.”

Won the game. … what game?)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(the scope is still warm

my hands are not)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(but don't ask me what I lost

to get here)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(the scope is still warm

my hands are not)

I won the game

I won the game

Yeah

(now what?)

Patience, bro.

Look what I got.

A sniper rifle.

Now let's take the shot. … took it. … won. … cool.