Runaway
Stop in the hallway, half conversation
Saying I'm out of touch
It felt out of place and got complicated
Maybe I don't need much
To be in the backdrop, set of a movie
Praying that someone famous will sue me
And I'm contemplating
I laugh that I'm crazy, or maybe I just need to wake up
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
It's so divisive, pruning on my vices
So maybe I'll run
'Cause I've got nothing else to do
Maybe I'm done
'Cause I've got nothing left to prove
Maybe I'll dye
Bleach my hair and burn my eyes
Or maybe I'm fine
Maybe I'm fine
I hit you up with self deprecation
Beating you to the punch line
Needed some space and evacuated
Wishing I wasn't tongue-tied
Up with my problems, self-medicating
Never can solve them, my body is raising
With no competition, can nobody listen?
I'm so unforgiven to myself
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
It's so divisive, pruning on my vices
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
I can't, it's so divisive, pruning on my vices
So maybe I'll run
'Cause I've got nothing else to do
Maybe I'm done
'Cause I've got nothing left to prove
Maybe I'll dye
Bleach my hair and burn my eyes
Or maybe I'm fine
Maybe I'm fine
Tell me it's alright
Show me it's okay
Tell me I'll be fine
So I don't run away
Tell me it's alright
Show me it's okay
Tell me I'll be fine
So I don't run away
Saying I'm out of touch
It felt out of place and got complicated
Maybe I don't need much
To be in the backdrop, set of a movie
Praying that someone famous will sue me
And I'm contemplating
I laugh that I'm crazy, or maybe I just need to wake up
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
It's so divisive, pruning on my vices
So maybe I'll run
'Cause I've got nothing else to do
Maybe I'm done
'Cause I've got nothing left to prove
Maybe I'll dye
Bleach my hair and burn my eyes
Or maybe I'm fine
Maybe I'm fine
I hit you up with self deprecation
Beating you to the punch line
Needed some space and evacuated
Wishing I wasn't tongue-tied
Up with my problems, self-medicating
Never can solve them, my body is raising
With no competition, can nobody listen?
I'm so unforgiven to myself
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
It's so divisive, pruning on my vices
I've been thinking 'bout my mindset
I can't, it's so divisive, pruning on my vices
So maybe I'll run
'Cause I've got nothing else to do
Maybe I'm done
'Cause I've got nothing left to prove
Maybe I'll dye
Bleach my hair and burn my eyes
Or maybe I'm fine
Maybe I'm fine
Tell me it's alright
Show me it's okay
Tell me I'll be fine
So I don't run away
Tell me it's alright
Show me it's okay
Tell me I'll be fine
So I don't run away
Credits
Writer(s): Wyn Barnum, James Fusco, Richard Dana
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