Runnin

Runnin' after you, runnin' after you, it's the things that you do All these loose screws, can't get over you Looking like a fool, coming back to you, just trying to bloom I guess it's not true, not true Yes, I'm running circles, haunting me I can't move a breath, stuck on what you said Whoa, whoa, whoa, nothing fertile, there's no growing it's dead No im lost without my head Whoa, whoa, whoa, chasing, speeding, moving, getting to you But I can't seem to, it's time for me to move Wasted movement, what do I even do I guess I can't show you