On the Run

Filthy habits die young
Leaves a sour taste upon our tongue
Why is running so sweet?
And it seems to me it's time that we cheat

We're on the run being gunned down
Face the trial for the crime of being young now
Too much pressure rests on tiny shoulders
How can we save the world if they don't hold us?

Young minds are easily bruised
Don't blame me you can blame the abuse
They say you can count on your friends
So you smile sigh and you just pretend

We're on the run being gunned down
Face the trial for the crime of being young now
This is really putting us through our paces
No amount of amnesia will erase this

Really thought that I would be in the ground
Long before now and so I've found
Talk of death to be somewhat a relief
But the future not quite so clear to see

We're on the run being gunned down
Face the trial for the crime of being young now
Sometimes I think that we can make it
And other times I have to fake it

I was just a kid, you can't blame me
For never wanting to see
Or admit what was really going on
When the time ticked by like a bomb

We're on the run being gunned down
Face the trial for the crime of being young now
I'll never pretend you didn't break me
But it was me who saved me

Old habits die hard
Had my heart and mind locked up behind bars
But I think it might be time
To unlock and reclaim what is mine