Guts Lyrics - Singles - 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'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