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