Guts in the Brush

For a while my heart was set
On the wrong side of the bed
I buried every single song I met,
Regardless of its content.
I moved on to better things.
Like broken bells and crooked swings.
But I gave up, I gave up, I gave up, when I sang,
Ohh
Ohh Ohh
"It's just the way my head gets lodged in the throne.
Ohh
Ohh Ohh
It's just the way I'll fall in love with anyone."

I imagine all these small souls
Moving on the better things
Like growing old, moving somewhere
And falling more in love than me.
But I was convinced my lungs could blow them away.
I was convinced that I would just stay the same.

Ohh
Ohh Ohh
"It's just the way my head gets lodged in the throne.
Ohh
Ohh Ohh
It's just the way I'll fall in love with anyone."