Runaway to a place I love. Where I hide away from you. And your old face. Telling me that you know me better. Than I even know my mixed up self. . I'm laughing you and your old fantasy of me.
My eyes are complaining. The one I see is you. Maybe if I poke them out. Then I won't be so blue. . I can hardly stand it. And maybe if I scream. Only when I'm slowly running.