GUTS

Feel a certain lack of purpose lately
It's hard to admit
My eyes are rolling 'round in my head
If I can't take what I want
Then I get what I get, I guess

Feel absurd, and it's a burden lately
I'm never enough
Get gone when I'm without your love
Big mistake drove a stake
Made it break, rubbed the salt in the cut
And spilt my guts

Never really did say what I want
Got distracted by the taste on my tongue
Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much

So uncertain, and it's hurting lately
It's hard to break out
Get stoned and mull about in my doubts
If I can't take what I want, then I get what I got
It's enough
To spill my guts

Never really did say what I want
Got distracted by the taste on my tongue
Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much

Spill my guts
Never really did say what I want
Got distracted by the taste on my tongue
Thought I'd fake it till the day I say too much

Feel a certain lack of purpose lately
It's hard to admit
So instead
I said: Let's get this fuckin' bread, again, I guess

Back when you were talking shitty
With the guys that didn't dig me
I was having premonitions listening to Jimi
When the forecast finally hit me
I could kill this little ditty and then cut from town quickly

I said: Let's see
Now I hit Sanjay with the demo and he passes it off to Stevie
Get the okay from the guys and I go run it on your TV
Sprinter to the stage, Shortybadz collect the payment, man
I hardly gotta sing it 'cause you'll probably do it for me