runnin’ whichever way
down this one way street
blood on my feet
knives in my hand
screamin’, the guns in the air
living for this day
will i make it to may
my mothers birthday
flingin’, flyin’
every day i’m dying
every day i’m cryin’
not buying, only polarizing
got you with my camera
wondering where you been
how i got here
if you’re somewhere near
all my fears
you’re the poltergeist
i’m just an average white guy
hopin’ one day i’ll die
and all those words i never got to say
end up in the air
and you remember how i laid and stroked your hair
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