Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
GUTS.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Pickering
Songwriter
Rob Glithero
Songwriter
Nate Davenport
Songwriter
Lyrics
We haunt the corridors of my brain
We've been taken for fools again
But it's not worth a key in the door
Without you in a heap on the floor
I'll make you up a bed and we'll just pretend
I wish you were my only friend
I'm glad I got out of bed when I did
There is no one around
And I've taken my time for granted
And it's so sad to close my eyes and miss another bit
But it's not worth a key in the door
Without you in a heap on the floor
I'll make you up a bed and I'll just pretend
I wish you were my only friend
If you were at the end of a loaded gun
I couldn't help but jump in front
I guess I'll hold my breath until I wake up
And we'll just laugh when it's all done
Written by: Nate Davenport, Rob Glithero, Sam Pickering