About To Run

I'm about to run
That old familiar feeling
Trapped and haunted
The noose around my neck
Regrets
Maybe it's not too late
I'm about to run
Forgive me

In flight
I can turn away
Exhale the memories
A little bit lighter
The wounds, the fever
The wrong was long ago
Wrong was long ago
Liar
Liar
I'm about to run
I'm about to run

Sometimes the ghost is quiet
But the ghost is always there
And it seems no matter how far I go
He goes with me
Sitting on the floor
Thinking
Breathing
Bleeding
Burning
I'm about to run

I'm about to run
I'm about to run
I'm about to run