Guilt Than Love
There's more guilt in me than love
Broken edges hardened nubs
Raining glass shards cascade from above
There's one last thing to complete
Tortured psyche, shameful dreams
Chirping like a crow in the heat
Belting its hollow, bleated screams
Dudes DM'ing pics for days
Hey man, this ain't some porno
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
This is how we all go on
I can't say I'm sorry
Way too scared to eat a gun
There's more guilt in me than love
Where to go, nowhere to run
Only time will heal these wounds
Faded graveyards slated for no one
Post cards dated from the edge
Apocalyptic clouds of dread
Seething trances, swollen feet
Pounding their awful, dreaded beat
Dudes DM'ing pics for days
Hey man, this ain't some porno
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
This is how we all go on
I can't say I'm sorry
Way too scared to eat a gun
There's more guilt in me than love
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
How the hell do we move on
I'm sorry, so sorry
Way too scared to leave and run
There's more guilt in me than
Wake up
I'm eating secrets and I don't know what to do
Wake up
I'm missing reasons and I know that you are too
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
There's more, much more
More than love
There's more, much more
More than love
Yeah, what are you doing
There's more, much more
More than love, yeah
There's more, much more
More than love
There's more
More is more
More is more
Broken edges hardened nubs
Raining glass shards cascade from above
There's one last thing to complete
Tortured psyche, shameful dreams
Chirping like a crow in the heat
Belting its hollow, bleated screams
Dudes DM'ing pics for days
Hey man, this ain't some porno
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
This is how we all go on
I can't say I'm sorry
Way too scared to eat a gun
There's more guilt in me than love
Where to go, nowhere to run
Only time will heal these wounds
Faded graveyards slated for no one
Post cards dated from the edge
Apocalyptic clouds of dread
Seething trances, swollen feet
Pounding their awful, dreaded beat
Dudes DM'ing pics for days
Hey man, this ain't some porno
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
This is how we all go on
I can't say I'm sorry
Way too scared to eat a gun
There's more guilt in me than love
Time withering away
Don't whisper, it's okay
Another toke, a little fun
How the hell do we move on
I'm sorry, so sorry
Way too scared to leave and run
There's more guilt in me than
Wake up
I'm eating secrets and I don't know what to do
Wake up
I'm missing reasons and I know that you are too
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
There's more, much more
More than love
There's more, much more
More than love
Yeah, what are you doing
There's more, much more
More than love, yeah
There's more, much more
More than love
There's more
More is more
More is more
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Writer(s): Gus Walters
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