It's like the littlest things are the hardest triggers
The tiniest metal piece hits the tiniest metal piece so fast and so hard that it causes it to explode and launch into a stream of chaos, or in my case; sadness

It's the look in your eye and the tone in your voice
Hitting each other
Fast and hard

You're a tiny metal piece and I'm a tiny metal piece and you're closest to the trigger

You shoot me into the quickest sad spell
The one that overtakes me in an instant and takes too long to leave

It's all simplified down, it's all inside of a gun,
but you don't see the metaphor.

But I was never quite one for mechanics

Or guns