Gutrot

Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts
So chalk it up to poor judgment but how could you?

Given every chance, our outstretched hands
But you'd drink the ocean and ask for more
Given every chance, all of our outstretched hands

And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me
And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me (not the money but the memories)

Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts
So chalk it up to poor judgment and I misjudged you

Given every chance, our outstretched hands
But you'd drink the ocean and ask for more
Given every chance, all of our outstretched hands

And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me
And I can't believe all the things you've taken from me (not the money but the memories)

Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts
Woah it hurts too much