I really want to run, you know.
I don't want to look at you and if I could
I'd put on a visor or a cap or something
Because I'm so sick of looking at you and feeling things
Because I'm not supposed to feel things
So I've decided:
I really want to run.
As fast as I can, got to go.
I won't even answer when you call, you know.
I'll just run.
When you walk in and I feel the urge to look for you
I will run
And I hope, I pray that eventually
The feelings will go away
But once upon a time, somebody ran,
Saying "as fast as I can, got to go"
And I'm so scared we'll fall apart
But you'll be fine because you don't love me
You'll just be holding the two halves of my heart
and I'll be gone
And you'll just wash your hands of the blood of me
And
I know these things.
They say knowledge is beauty, you know.
I think ignorance is bliss.
I don't want to know these things but I do
And it makes it so much worse that I know
That if I ran as fast as I can, saying got to go,
I might escape the pain that you're causing me.
But I can't because I'm not allowed to,
Because if I did I'd make things personal
And things aren't personal here