guts

Counting ticks from the clock
Its a morning too modest

Shes finding parts of my face
Funny looking and anxious

Its a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
Ive figured out a way to make amends

'Could you cut open all of my chest
Im already too restless

Of course Im feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it'

Its a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
Ive figured out a way to make amends

My my my
Were pretenders
Were beaming
Were the signs of our time
My my
Oh whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
Ive figured out a way to make amends