Treadmill from Jaguar by Parking Garage

I got as many eyes on the road that I can which is none
Because I’m blind to the load that I’m carrying for one.
Reap the mind that I sowed rather than duck and run
From the mess I made.
Oh, and yesterday.
My God it was a fire at the door that I spent years to craft.
Burnt with desire to the core while I just sat there looking daft.
Cut the wire. Nothing more to see while I drift back to drafts.

Oh sometimes, I feel like I’m running in place, I’m running in place.
Oh sometimes, I feel like I’m running in place to a destination that I know is nowhere.

I’ve seen so many people running out of time
While I’m still running on the line, yeah, I’m still running on the line.
I’ve seen so many people running out of time
While I’m still running on the line, yeah, I’m still running on the line.
I’ve seen so many people running out of time
While I’m still running on the line, yeah, I’m still running on the line.
I’ve seen so many people running out of time
While I’m still running on the line.

Oh sometimes, I feel like I’m running in place, I’m running in place.
Oh sometimes, I feel like I’m running in place, running in place now.
Oh sometimes, I feel like I'm running in place, I'm running in place.
Oh sometimes, I feel like I’m running in place to a destination that I know is nowhere.

• Alternative
• garage
• midwest emo
• percussive
• pop punk
• power pop
• rock
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• Athens