nervous, self-conscious
Butterflies, anxiety, oh no
I think it's time to go
Sweating, shaking
Trembling chills all over my body, oh
No, I think it's time to go
My brain's telling me to
Runaway, runaway, runaway-way
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway-way-way-way
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Keep my head down as I walk down the street
No one's gonna recognize me if I'm never seen
This way I won't have to speak
So the lump in my throat can stay at ease
Nothing in particular is making me run
It's just generally everything that's making me come undone
My brain's telling me to run away
runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway
away, run away
Nothing in particular is making me run
It's just generally everything that's making me come undone
From my health and my safety, to cash and stability
To friendships and relationships, testing abilities
My daily performance, the pressure, the vision
The weight of each single and double decision
So like I said, not one thing in particular is making me run
It's just generally everything that's making me come undone
runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway
of breath
Out of time
Just trying to escape my mind
Can't run forever
But I'm running tonight
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