It's a fine time it's a fine line
There's no pace to run and hide
It makes disaster
I can dream of another place
All my problems erased
Or just get plastered
This time I'll start running stop pretending I'm dead
With all these pressured circles pushing me into dread
I can be who I want to be
If I don't have a place to go
I don't care or I just don't know
The morning after
I can dream of another life
Full of hope and absent strife
And moving faster
This time I'll Stop running start pretending I'm dead
With all these pressured circles pushing me into dread
I can be who I want to be
