I've been living on a quarter of speed

And I don't want to die, damn near drown in a pile of sick,

No I don't want to die, smashed up face in a parking lot

Fucked up head from too much pot

Gotta run away



Come down hard in the light of day, I know the reason why

Self-centred fuck faced son of a bitch

Not cool to live a lie, lets go out in the sity tonight,

Making a scene then doing it twice,

Gotta run away



Time runs out at the best of times

Can't go back to the end of the line

Gotta run away