onight, 

I've spoken of holding nervous hands

As a remedy to the lives that we lead



I swear that I'll fix this

Like I'd load a gun

This time I won't make for the door

Like a boy who only knows how to run



Full speed ahead, 

Roulette is not the same

When you can't chose

Between three or four, 

Maybe twenty more and I'll be on my way home



Down the hall waving you goodbye

Without you choking on my words

What's left to say, if we start fighting



Down the hall, 

Grab your bags and run



The choice is yours



Running down the hall, 

With your bags in hand

And your heart at the end of the road



I hear the air is overlooked

So look closer, 

And tell me what you've found