Looking for the Exit

Runaway, born to a runaway

Well fuck tonight
I just can't seem to make things right
I'm still that pissed off 16 year old kid
That can't sit tight

And I'll die alone
In a boat that I built on my own
I am my father's son

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
So why am I surprised
I'm always looking for the exit

Every time I blew through town
I bought what you were selling
Never cared if it was real

Mom, god bless her heart
She never bad mouthed you
Never made us pick or choose
She didn't have to
She left it up to you

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
So why am I surprised
I'm never searching for the answers

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
Why am I surprised
I'm always looking for the exit

It takes grit to stand up
And even more to just let go
And after all the shit you pulled
You just want to die alone

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
So why am I surprised
I'm never searching for the answers

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
Why am I surprised
I'm always looking for the exit

I'm a runaway born to a runaway
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway born to a runaway
So why am I surprised
I'm a runaway born to a runaway



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Charlson, Chris Flippin, Donald Spence, Patrick Solem, Sean Sellers, Tony Caraffa
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