First Aid - Gus Dapperton

Sorry 'bout my head, it’s not here

I’m still learning how to fear

I’m too spirited for one of a kind

About my head, it’s all near

But I’m learning how to steer

It’s a miracle that I still oblige, oblige

Sorry 'bout my head, it’s in space

I’m still learning how to pace

I’m too atheist to pray for my life

About my head, it’s on straight

But I’m all over the place

I’m too making-shift for shaping a life

I pledge my love to the runt who never got away

I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay

Where is your head?

I don’t fret

I’m just asking for a friend, he’s got enemies that beckon the light

His name is Bren, don’t forget

An irrational lament that you left for him on Benedict Drive

I pledge my love to the runt who never got away

I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay

Do you remember them?

The blind, they paid no mind

(You wrap me up)

Split on the cusp and just in time you made it right

(You wrap me up)

I won’t forget about the way you saved my life

You wrap me up

You wrap me up

You wrap me up

First aid

First aid

First aid

First aid

I would slit his wrists and reminisce it if it wasn’t for my sis

She’s got heart the size of I-95, I drive