I Think You're Blind

I wanna run,
Too slow to die
I want to move some-place where I can see the sky.
I wanna crash,
Inside a sleep.
I wanna get up but I'm in too deep.
And I don't want it all but when I want it too much,
It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i'm fine.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
I wanna grow, old with the wife.
I wanna settle down and have a simple life.
I gotta cry, I cut my head.
I had a knock at this but I don't care.
And there's money so dirty, that I can't stand to touch it.
It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i'm fine.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
So take your time, I'm just the one, you're just the one.
And take a break, well it's not too late;
It's not too late.
But all these things are told,
Well they mean more now than they did before,
It's such a pretty mistake that I should know,
I said I love you, let's go!
It's not unusual, this kind of crime.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.
But when I call you up, to say i'm fine.
I think you're blind, I'd rather die.