Guts

The consequence of a child

The mild months of worthwhile

No mess you better decide

With grace but not by design

She smokes like guns to the world

We'll catch your moderate slur

And sing your modern love song

But wish you'd died anyway

Now gone I'm gonna get you for that

Get you more like a chance

I'm more of a guns to the wall

The guts that cut through your lungs

Every breath takes a sound

You're deciding on them all

I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were aiming for

You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would

I come around so much less without you, without you

I can't breathe

The consequence of a child

The mild months of worthwhile

No mess you better decide

With grace but not by design

She smokes like guns to the world

We'll catch your moderate slur

And sing your modern love song

But wish you'd died anyway

Now gone I'm gonna get you for that

Get you more like a chance

I'm more of a guns to the wall

The guts that cut through your lungs

Every breath takes a sound

You're deciding on them all

I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were aiming for

You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would

I come around so much less without you, without you

I can't breathe

I can only think that you would be unhappy for me after all the silly shit we've been through

I can only hope that life would be so lax and so free when the mornings get you more than before

I would only hope that everything would come back to you just to say you wanted me too

I would be the one to let you catch up and go through, go through

I felt like I would learn to fly the pattern you were aiming for

You feel like time is not all necessary, but my mind would

I come around so much less without you, without you

I can't breathe