If it keeps me up at night
Then it must be alright
If it makes it hard to breathe
Then it should be easy to see
If I feel it in my empty bones
Why am I still all alone
If my bones are so hollow and light
Why the hell can't I flap my arms and fly
They say trust your gut
well my gut is an ignorant slut
They say it's coming when I least expect
But every close call turns into a wreck
They say you'll know when you feel it
But how can I know what's real if
I'm always feeling it, always healing it
Always laughing and crying and reeling in
Lines that I swear were fighting me once
Now are bare as the place where I used to feel love
They say trust your gut
well my gut is an ignorant slut
