Fighting Off the Urge to Run

This is a song for my friends
For the troubles I've caused
And the things I can't amend
I've got plans and expectations
A big imagination
And I'm rotting away waiting for the day

(Calling you)
It makes me paranoid
(It's all you)
Cut it out
I'm sitting all alone
I'm scared of going home
It's old news

I haven't called home for a year
I tell people I miss them
But I don't give a damn
All these sketches I've made
Don't hold any meaning
But I can't bring myself to throw them away

Now all my friends are married
They've got kids and they've got families
And they're never around anymore
When all is said and done
It loses all the fun
I'm fighting off the urge to run

(Calling you)
It makes me paranoid
(It's all you)
Cut it out
I'm sitting all alone
I'm scared of going home
It's old news

(Calling you)
It makes me paranoid
(It's all you)
Cut it out
I'm sitting all alone
I'm scared of going home
It's old news

I'm sitting all alone
So scared of going home
It's old news

It's old news
(Old news)



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