Runners from Whites by Leverage Models

I was on fire
[And] left you to grow up
I meant to call some day
But I’m no longer on fire
The market took a turn
Each of us burns in our own way
Each day is a god
Not one of them kind
At least they get off watching us run.

Son, you can’t afford this future. So I’m chasing it off.

Watching it run,
You’d never know how there are cables between us we cannot see ,
But which bind our blood to this charred wreck of a city block.

I’d cross the street and move to the country to avoid running into someone I knew back then
And once in awhile you send me your papers
I read these papers but don’t understand
You’ve got a brain that I don’t think came from me,
And maybe you get off watching me run.

But you can’t afford my future so I’ve been chasing it off.

• Pop
• electronic
• experimental
• indie
• new wave
• Warren