Seems like the easy way out
but it's the fastest way in
As your mind goes blank
your skin gets paperthin
It's a relief
when start to not care
but while you're gone
your trouble's still there
And you can try to run run run, run at 100 miles an hour
but you can never outrun the pressure that you're under
You can't go nowhere, running on a dead end street
you can't go nowhere, running on a dead end street
bright eyed girls
get bored so quick
when they realize
the pointlessness
you keep adding wounds
while you're trying to heal
when you rely on cheminstry
to make you feel
And you can try to run run run, run at 100 miles an hour
but you can never outrun the pressure that you're under
You can't go nowhere, running on a dead end street
you can't go nowhere, running on a dead end street
