Lyrics of the week, part deux
a)
Deep breath, that air stings
Cold outside and getting colder
Your arms reach out, your step sings
Each tired story just gets older
You only know what is true
When you're running just for you
He thinks you're on the shelf, girl
He thinks you're by yourself, girl
But you're a runner getting further each and every day
He thinks that you're not running away
b)
Oh you got a heavy hand, a beating heart, a cigarette;
You got no time for anyone you ever met
And every single day's a war that you never signed up for.
And you can see them hiding from you, laugh behind a hand.
You don't know where you are standing, but you'll damn well make a stand,
At least, until you fall, nothing that it meant at all.
(quick annotation for self: that last line sucks something fierce.)