Guts from Guts by Adam Poll

Really should be asleep
Can't count any sheep
But you're all I fucking see every time I breathe

So I hold my breath til I'm passing out on the mattress
Everything I do pushes me further from you
Hope it's not the same for me as last time

Not looking for attention just another little minute of your affection
Another day without your kiss is just another day I'd rather miss
Instead of you walking out of my door,
Should've spilled my guts across the floor

Still not fucking asleep
Cause you're all I think and breathe

So I hold my breath til I'm passing out on the mattress
Everything I do pushes me further from you
Hope it's not the same for me as last time

Not looking for attention, just another little minute of your affection
Another day without your kiss is just another day I'd rather miss
Instead of you walking out of my door,
Should've spilled my guts across the floor

Here comes the balancing act of keeping myself from talking to you and telling you what I have to say over and over again until you stay.
Cause I'm still not fucking asleep cause you're all I think and breathe.
I'm not looking for attention, just another minute of your affection.

• Alt rock
• Alternative
• Rock
• Dearborn Heights