Running
I feel you running... etc.
I feel you running through my head right now
My toes are off the edge
I'm feeling like falling through the sky
It's going through my head
So pour me a glass of cyanide.
The sun sets and I'm
Dreaming about the afterlife.
The sun sets and I'm
Thinking of all the reasons why
There's only one reason I ---
I feel you running through my head right now
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin away
There's so much pain in my head right now
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin away
If I would leave the atmosphere
Would you notice that I'd disappeared?
Or if you did then would you even care?
My toes are now on the brink
What the hell was I supposed to think?
I feel you running down the kitchen sink.
We'd barely started yeah we'd barely started (before ya)
Hopped on a plane and then you quickly departed
And it's insane how fast it took to discard it.
I got the feeling that the damage was done (but then ya)
Came back like the prodigal son
And if you're feeling like the war isn't won, then the war it is won
Yeah the war it is won.
Instrumental
C section
Beat off my chest act clean but in reality
My mentality is nothing but a mess at best.
My feelings stay submerged, full of the rest except myself my stayed self
While emotional bullets brush through my vest.
Pierce my words with words I'd never heard, nouns and verbs
Made me realise that the world is absurd.
Fuck coming third I'm coming first
I murdered the beat, so cover my heat inside my hearse
I feel you running... etc.
I feel you running through my head right now
My toes are off the edge
I'm feeling like falling through the sky
It's going through my head
So pour me a glass of cyanide.
The sun sets and I'm
Dreaming about the afterlife.
The sun sets and I'm
Thinking of all the reasons why
There's only one reason I ---
I feel you running through my head right now
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin away
There's so much pain in my head right now
I feel you walkin.
I feel you walkin away
If I would leave the atmosphere
Would you notice that I'd disappeared?
Or if you did then would you even care?
My toes are now on the brink
What the hell was I supposed to think?
I feel you running down the kitchen sink.
We'd barely started yeah we'd barely started (before ya)
Hopped on a plane and then you quickly departed
And it's insane how fast it took to discard it.
I got the feeling that the damage was done (but then ya)
Came back like the prodigal son
And if you're feeling like the war isn't won, then the war it is won
Yeah the war it is won.
Instrumental
C section
Beat off my chest act clean but in reality
My mentality is nothing but a mess at best.
My feelings stay submerged, full of the rest except myself my stayed self
While emotional bullets brush through my vest.
Pierce my words with words I'd never heard, nouns and verbs
Made me realise that the world is absurd.
Fuck coming third I'm coming first
I murdered the beat, so cover my heat inside my hearse
I feel you running... etc.
Credits
Writer(s): Lyall Patrick Moloney
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