Tuesday, July 1, 2008

No Sense of Direction

It's a lie
But I hold my prayer
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
It's a lie
But I hold my prayer
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway

These people just keep staring at me
And you're still on my mind
I want to give it up
Give you up
Throw you away
But I like it
So I'll keep you
Hold you close
Right here

It's a lie
But I hold my prayer
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
It's a lie
But I hold my prayer
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway

In my eyes
These streets were never colder
Than tonight
I don't really want to go
But I don't really care
There's nothing left for me here
I hate it when my
Feet start moving before my mind

I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway

These words make no sense
I write about you tonight
And what I said to you
You think I'm normal
But I know I'm not
Because I love before I lie

1 comment:

Jane Opal said...

Yeah, I hate it when I can't make up my mind about someone.

Key/Legend

word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming