I could start a war with myself if only to escape this routine that I've set, but I play it so safe. I'm afraid to wake up old someday in the same boring town with nothing new, but the lines on my face. I've been running so hard with nothing to show, just a hole in the floor.
So let's run away just like we planned and settle down where the water meets the land. I've been dying to get lost.
I had dreams to die young so everyone would know my name but the older I get the more they fade away. I've chased friends and fame and what I didn't realize is they both eluded me the same. But, it's ok… let's run away and settle down where the water meets the land.
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