Tekster: Jaymay. You'd Rather Run.

Run your fingers through your hair

Let's pick up from where we left off

Call all your friends, announce the new victory

Once you were sweet to me, knock it off



The music doesn't move you, doesn't soothe you

Doesn't prove you're worth a dime

You work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock

But this isn't your time

Move over son, it's my turn to shine



Was there ever a moment

One small slice in history

When I took you seriously?

When your belt and your shoes

Did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly?

'Cause that's news to me



And you can forget it, I get it

I just don't let it get to me

I regret to inform I do not fret or mourn

The way things used to be

It's all in the past now, it's all gone



And the only way into the sun is walking

But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away



The songs he writes are for "dad"

The true love lost 'fore he ever had

If stories begun "If father loved son"

We wouldn't be feelin' so bad

But doesn't everyone?



And it's not that I hate you

I never loved you enough to hate you

To get even or mad so as not to seem sad

Just seems ungrateful

'Cause really, I am thankful I'm sad



Maybe we're the same unabashed and unashamed

Then again, I dunno where you came from

You keep carvin' out names

First Jamie then James

And I can't keep up to restrain you

How come?



We two came together for worst and for better

It's true

And the weather is clever

But she's not the only one getting over you

It's me, too



And the only way into the sun is walking

But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away



My god, it's no fun to watch you play dumb

With your ugly hand on her thigh

And she's nervous too, but politeness eschews

The impulse to finger deny

Plus, your girlfriend's a spy



And what would she think to look up from her drink

And find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress

The girls you sat down next to?

She'll think nothing

She'll be thinking of you



I'm glad I don't know the places you go

I'm glad for you and for them

Let's be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again

Don't mention Ben



It's funny what you miss, it's funny what you don't

I've thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this:

I won't



And the only way into the sun is walking

But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away



Don't say we got along

That's remarkably wrong

It doesn't suggest or imply

The thing about us you don't dare discuss

We never got along famously, we just tried



I tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kind

But working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of time

'Cause the real curse is your mind



Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling

And wonder what's wrong with me

To involve myself with people

Who don't know what my true feeling might possibly be



Who latch onto my strength like it's all they've got

It takes all of my strengths

And I go through such lengths

To show them it is not what they think they are stealing



And the only way into the sun is walking

But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away



Yes, the only way into the sun is walking

But you'd rather run

You'd rather run away