when i get older
ill be a waste of room in your head
and we'll walk slower
no time for talk just drinking and sleep
when i leave my bedroom
theyll turn it in to some kind of ghost
and ill regret it cause those days are dead and im still around
nothing to say for my ego
nothing to say for myself now
but i saw your monsters
i broke their backs i broke their spines
i broke your mirror
ive got back luck until i die
i didnt want this but choices go with every next age
ive been so selfish but i want more
i'll run away with you
ill pull open your door
i swear i want it more than these chokes and old chains
ill run away any hour
whatever we do
ill run away from my conscious
the guilt that it chews
ill run away with you

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