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
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 "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
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 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