In the Red

Don't stop running
No don't stop running
Til' the holes wear through your boots

Caught up in the space
Not a good place
Waiting for you

Hold up in the red
In the red
Stop swimming
If the air's not coming to you

But you don't really care
No you don't care

Your head's spinning
And there's no winning
Yeah there's no winning with you

Making up you bed
Make your own bed
Fill it with you

Ask you what the point
What the point is maybe
If you don't start telling the truth

But you don't really care
No you don't care



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Taylor
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