Guts letra

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

Augustine - Letras

• A Scent Of Lily
• Awful Lot Of Time
• Backseat
• Blackbird's Song
• Canvas
• Coals
• Coast
• Easy
• Fatigue
• Fires
• Flashes Of Yellow
• For a Moment
• Fragrance
• Friends
• Guts
• Heartbeats
• Luzon
• Photographic Soul
• Picking Up Speed
• Prom
• Run Alone
• Silver Moon
• Slacks
• Summer Wine
• Sweet Love
• Viola
• Wings
• Wishful Thinking