Weston
Running Stupid
The air is thick and meanAnd I am soaking wetI swear to god I'm full of holesI can't find an overhangAnd I can't find a faceThe puddles keep seeping through my solesRemember what you saidIf ever I should need a friend it's youWell a friend indeed is exactly what I needThat and some shoe gooI remember all those rainy nightsWe ran hand in handSplashing around 'til nearly dawnI know why you went awayAnd I know you're coming backIt's so hard to appreciate it while you're goneThe street is filled with losersThe sky is full of cloudsAnd I am full of crap if I think I can take this townNo sense of directionNo black or whiteI'm running stupid into the night
From Letras Mania