Gumshoe

I've been reading mysteries
where the gruff gumshoe
turns his back
on the crazy dame
and lets her know
with an over-the-shoulder
dollface
that no how
no way
is she pulling the trigger

The problem
if you want to call it that
is that I'm the dame
and it kills me
when you walk away
but the bullet
in the chamber
is just so much lead
waiting to drag
the both of us down

Sirens announce
the police have arrived
to arrest me
for falling in love
with the only one capable
of making me culpable
in a crime
I didn't commit
a crime of inaction
with my prints on the gun