On the Run

I hate when my head exists

Forces me to write like this

I wish I could call it quits

Didn't know I could feel so shit

Head's in hands

Can't understand

I'm on the run from myself I don't wanna be like this anymore

I catch myself acting up and I bolt straight through the fucking door

Sometimes it's hard to recognize if I'm being a fucking arsehole

Can't match the vibe when my head inside is feeling dark as charcoal

Mind's empty, a big black hole

No feelings up in my soul

I'm scared of just growing old

Impulse put it all on hold

Shit get's really tiring

There's a hitch in my wiring

Nothing's inspiring

Career might be expiring

Head's in hands

Can't understand

I'm on the run from myself I don't wanna be like this anymore

I catch myself acting up and I bolt straight through the fucking door

Sometimes it's hard to recognize if I'm being a fucking arsehole

Can't match the vibe when my head inside is feeling dark as charcoal

Fuck it, last year was hell but the little things still matter to me

Circumstance got me spiteful and that's not the way that I wanna be

Throw my head out the window and I let my hair wash in the breeze

Hear the roar of the engine and the music as I put in the keys

This life BITTERSWEET, gotta take both sides (Uh)

This life BITTERSWEET, gotta take both sides (Uh)

This life BITTERSWEET, gotta take both sides (Uh)

This life BITTERSWEET, gotta take both sides (Uh)