Week Forty-Seven: “Runaway”

 

 

There is nothing left to salvage
and it’s time to shut the lid
Runaway, runaway, runaway
You have so many secrets
you just can keep them hid
Runaway, runaway, runaway

When you’re drowning in your sorrows
and your lungs are full of brine
Runaway, runaway, runaway
And you spend all of your money
on a broken Hi-C sign
Runaway, runaway, runaway

There’s a road ahead that winds around the hill
straight to the moon
Runaway, runaway, runaway
It’s plain to see the two of us are
singing the same tune
Runaway, runaway, runaway

When you’re paying twenty dollars
for some penny fantasies
Runaway, runaway, runaway
And it feels like you were born
with three appendices
Runaway, runaway, runaway

When you think about the hours spent
just trying to get out of bed
Runaway, runaway, runaway
Just think, with all that time we could be
making love instead
Runaway, runaway, runaway

There’s a road ahead that winds around the hill
straight to the moon
Runaway, runaway, runaway
It’s plain to see the two of us are
singing the same tune
Runaway, runaway, runaway

There’s a road ahead that winds around the hill
straight to the moon
Runaway, runaway, runaway
It’s plain to see the two of us are
singing the same tune
Runaway, runaway, runaway

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