Produced by: thought i

VERSE 1:
I hope i live forever or my next life is well lit,
I guess i get cuaght up in quiet spaces and get hit,
in face with all past memories,
like shitty movies in the basement,
blanket over, "come here lover,"
to my surprise, a new investment,

used to want to stand out now i blend in the crowd,
used to have to send out now i can't afford the loud,
but i'm about to go someplace, i do mean right now...
sometimes i think i'm running in place...

CHORUS:
ain't nothing going on,
you saw 'em,
ain't nothing going wrong,
besides em,
you wanna take a break,
relate it.

i'm just running next to you...

VERSE 2:
i used to sing in church and now I just sing in my roommate's ears,
If I stumble when I talk I swear I'm just happy to be here
thought I'd get to skip today and just call it a leap year
nothing to see here
promised I'd be here
let me make this one thing clear

the first day
the eyes glaze
the promenade
the sashay

It's all pre-made and packaged,
in a labaratory and gets shipped to the masses,
thought I wasn't gonna preach today but then I felt the spirit
gotta mind to turn this shit off but damn it i gotta hear it

gotta clear it out your mind,
it's summer time
and if it's not summer time
i can't really help you here

CHORUS:

SINGY BIT:
runnin', runnin', baby,
runnin' till we're crazy,

(everybody come on, put a smile on)

VERSE 3:
thought I'd been to my november
thought a burn was just an ember
thought a stick was just a splinter
thought I had the perfect temper
thought a million different things
go out a million different ways.
shit just turned into a craze
got kids laughing on their rainy days

and if you wonder why we're running away,
you yell a lot but you don't hear what we say,
in the way,
gotta move,
for your sake,
gotta prove,
that you can,
last until,
you are too,
forced to lose,

SINGY BIT:
(roughly) da do, ooh, ooh, ahh, doe doe, doodeloo, hoo hoo hoo,

TALKY BIT:
Uh, hey mom- i- i keep calling but i can't seem to- catch you- uh- first day of school was great- or good, i guess. you know... it's definitely weird. I miss home. i miss you, i miss dad. i miss the way things used to be. but it's just day one, right? just call me back when you can.

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