[Verse 1]
Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest
She's finding parts of my face
Funny-looking and anxious
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
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
[Verse 2]
"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"
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
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
[Bridge]
My, my, my
We're pretenders
We're beaming, we're the signs of our time
My, my
Oh, whatever
[Chorus]
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
Guts was written by Augustine & Rassmus Björnson & Agrin Rahmani.
Guts was produced by Agrin Rahmani & Rassmus Björnson & Augustine.
‘Guts’ is about a hangover morning together with someone you adore and the irony of you both complaining about your mood when you were privileged enough to go out and have fun the night before. It’s a way of telling myself to shut up whenever I start feeling sorry for myself. I wrote it on the Swedi...