Testo 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 stave
Made it break, rubbed the salt in the cut

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

So uncertain and it's hurting lately
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 of 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 of 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 pass it off to Stevie
Get the OK from the guys and I go run it on the TV
Sprinter to the stage, shortybadz collect the payment
Man, I hardly gotta sing it 'cause you'll probably do it for me