Guts Songtext
von Augustine

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 sign 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