Tekster: All Time Low. Dirty Work. Guts.

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Shooting for the stars
Desperately reaching for something in the dark
Pictures of memories buried in my heart
Lie awake and dream of the endless possibilities
Catch my breath and go for it

Take apart, everything that?s holding me down
Make a point
To pick a new direction
To make a new connection

Is this what it feels like
Finding out, that I?ve got the guts to say anything
Feels like, breaking out, when I can give up my reputation
Finally, I can see honestly, I?ve got the guts to say anything

Bold enough to fall
Flat on my face when I walk as they crawl
Slowing down is just a waste of time to let go
Tapping my fingers to the rhythm of a metronome
Counting opportunities

Take apart, a gravity that?s holding me down
Make a point
To find a resolution
To be my own solution

Is this what it feels like
Finding out that I?ve got the guts to say anything
Feels like breaking out, when I can give up my reputation
Finally I can see honestly, I?ve got the guts to say anything

Let me go down, let me go let me go down alone
Let me go down, just let me go down
If I?m gonna go down, then just let me go
Let me go down, let me go down, just let me go, let me go

Feels like, finding out, that I?ve got the guts to say anything
Feels like, breaking out, when I can give up my reputation
Finally, I can see honestly, I?ve got the guts to say anything
Finally, I can see honestly, I?ve got the guts to say anything