Cut And Run - Acoustic

Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse
A half-hearted fuck you
Imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been
Cynicism aside, and let me try to turn these awful words
Into a cure, not a curse
'Cause I'm still drawn by the kid in the corner
These lovely angels alone on benches

I'm still making pleas to the kid whose clothes don't fit
Who hasn't found himself just yet
Let alone the chance to love
You cross him off your list
This shit is piling up hand over fist

Got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
They tried to turn the opera into a punk rock stage
They got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
They cut and run at such a tender age



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Writer(s): Pallas
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