Guts

Counting ticks from the clock

It's a morning too modest

She's finding parts of my face

Funny looking and anxious

It's 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

I’ve figured out a way to make amends

”Could you cut open all of my chest?

I'm already too restless

Of course I'm feeling depressed

Find a way we could use it”

It's 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

I’ve figured out a way to make amends

My my my

We’re pretenders

We’re beaming

We’re 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

I’ve figured out a way to make amends