Guts Songtext
von The Higher

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 died anyway

Now gone, I'm gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
Some more of guts to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You′re deciding, not 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've 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 died anyway

Now gone, I′m gonna get you for that
Get you more like a chance
Some more of guts to the wall
The guts that cut through your lungs
Every breath takes a sound
You're deciding, not 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′ve 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 the same you wanted me to
I would be the one to let you get 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've come around so much less without you
Without you, I can′t breathe