I see them running away from it all.
The wind is blowing through their hair and clothes.
And I wish it were me.

They get the chance to start all over.
They get the chance to make everything better.
And I wish it were me.

Here I am, finally questioning if I should give myself a chance.
And the beasts, they give me what I want, but they always take advantage of me.
They always take advantage of the slugs on my body.

I want to run away and start all over.
Run away and start all over.
But I’m stuck in this place.

I want to run away and start all over.
Run away and start all over.
But I find pleasure in the pain.

I guess I’ll stay in my head until I disappear.
I guess I’ll stay in my head until I’m gone.
I guess I’ll stay in my head until I make my decision.
But when will that be?

Will I join the birds?
Can I join the birds?

Will I get away from the beasts?
Can I get away from the beasts?

I want full permission from myself.
I want to be able to say
“None of you can throw me away because I already quit”

I can see them feeling better now that they’ve gotten away.
Perfect, happy smiles and flowing hair on the movie screen.
And I’m glad that isn’t me.