Guts

Guess there’s death in introductions
Maybe I have to say something
Cause I want you to think I’m cool and pretty and stuff like that

Fill my cup
And hope its contents
Will maybe slow my stream of conscious
Cause I tend to answer questions no one asked

When i get nervous i tend to overshare
And now I’m nauseous and you don’t care

But I’m standing in the kitchen
My guts are on the floor
And the ears above that gold chain
They’re not listening anymore

I’m throwing up my story
While he’s looking at the door
And I hate the smell of Clorox
But my guts are on the floor
So I guess I’ll clean em up

I’ll lay it all out on the tile
Let the words sit in the bile
Like do you wanna hear how it all went wrong last time?

No
Don’t look at me no don’t look at me like that
No
Don’t pity me if i could I’d take it back

But I’m standing in the kitchen
My guts are on the floor
And the ears above that gold chain
They’re not listening anymore

I’m throwing up my story
While he’s looking at the door
And I hate the smell of Clorox
But my guts are on the floor
So I guess I’ll clean em up

When I get nervous
I tend to overshare
And now I’m nauseous
And you don’t care

But I’m standing in the kitchen
My guts are on the floor
And the ears above that gold chain
They’re not listening anymore

I’m throwing up my story
While he’s looking at the door
And I hate the smell of Clorox
But my guts are on the floor
So I guess I’ll clean em up

So I guess I’ll clean em up