FORGONE

She's just Running for space Losing the race She needs A slower pace A heart red of ace Alone Without a doubt Changing the crowd Forgone Dropping the mask Ready to distract Fire all over me Lately I've been only Running from reality Are they talking 'bout me Whispers, secret parties Life is lived when I'm asleep No one's knocking at my door Not a body to care for Lying eyes and metaphors Uh Slowly running out of hope Minus fourteen ways to cope Need me somewhere to call home Uh Never Holding a hand She plays in a band Torture Inside her veins She used to be brave Fever She's going mad She needs him bad Joker Destroyer of girls Of hearts and of worlds Fire all over me Lately I've been only Running from reality Are they talking 'bout me Whispers, secret parties Life is lived when I'm asleep No one's knocking at my door Not a body to care for Lying eyes and metaphors Uh Slowly running out of hope Minus fourteen ways to cope Need me somewhere to call home Uh