On the Run

All you had to say Never carried any weight I never cared much, anyways, For arched words from a second face So quick to turn around With how frequent you breathe sound, You wear me down I've never felt so let go I could be working nine to five Would I be wasting my whole life? I could be running shit by now But I never found the time Now everybody's on the run and I'm stuck not moving on Now everybody's on the run Now everybody's on the run Lay these years to waste, Focused in on empty space Never reaching stability Struggling to keep pace I could let the ink bleed out Then build frames in deeper ground To weigh me down I've never felt so let go I could be working 9 to 5 Would I be wasting my whole life? I could be running shit by now But I never found the time Now everybody's on the run and I'm stuck not moving on Now everybody's on the run Now everybody's on the run You're flakes You float on through and then melt down Stuck eight hours in snow It didn't sting my face like home I've never felt so let go I could be working 9 to 5 Would I be wasting my whole life? I could be running shit by now But I never found the time Now everybody's on the run and I'm stuck not moving on The one last prodigal son I couldn't be that if I tried I'd give anything for this I'll be spreading myself thin While you're reaching for the knife, push it deeper and then twist Now everybody's on the run and I'm stuck not moving on Now everybody's on the run Now everybody's on the run