Runnin' from Lunger by Stay Inside

It’s not funny what you’re askin’ for.
On account of everything we got in store.
“New year, new you?”
I’ve got too much to do, my darling.
“New page? New phase?”
I nod, it’s gettin’ late,
just get me into the car.

My desk?
They call it love.
My leash?
I tighten up
my leads.
What the hell you runnin’ from?

Count off.
Pencils down.
I’m lost
in the middle now.
My prize.
My desire.
I’m at a gas station on the way to Ohio.
A beautiful gas station on the way to Ohio.
I think I’ll buy me a souvenir.

My desk?
They call it love.
My leash?
I tighten up
my leads.
They call it love.
They call it love.
Just call it.

Too square to be a nihilist,
so I wake up and make sure every corner’s clean.
Too clear to let you forget
that everything I do is everything it seems.
Park keys, then leave,
I’ve got, too much to see, my darling.
Are you free? I need, a reason
to wipe another line in the sand up.

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