The Run
MXMS
Boy don’t speak
Girl don’t talk
It’s all my fault, all my fault
Fallen angels hunt me
Like an animal on the run
Blades and arms bring sharks to warmer waters
He said to me
But I don’t belong
Is where I belong
Is what’s going on with me
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The blood's on the floor
Head's on the door
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The girl's on the run
She’s always on the run
Stain my sheets, stain my sheets
I’m thirteen now I’m twenty-three
And you’re my blood
And blood's my love
I draw on myself, draw on myself
Switching seats on the Titanic
'Till I'm slowly slipping under
Take my life I waive my rights
Like a star in supernova
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The blood's on the floor
Head's on the door
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
It’s all your fault, all your fault
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The blood's on the floor
Head's on the door
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The girl's on the run
She’s always on the run
On the run
I swear I saw God in a 7-eleven
If my head's in the oven am I getting to heaven?
He gave me a shot of the Holy Ghost
And suddenly I’m fine
We race tonight on the black ice
Crucified on a cell phone tower
Hit me anywhere you want
'Till I’m broken by desire
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The blood's on the floor
Head's on the door
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
It’s all my fault, all my fault
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The blood's on the floor
Head's on the door
And I love being alone
Playing with a gun
The girl's on the run
She’s always on the run
On the run
She’s always on the run