Porno - I got your running
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my head/
My head, my thoughts are all that I have left from you/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my head/
My head, my thoughts are all that I have left from you/
Your a fantasy of mine, and in my dream world, sanitys a crime/
Im tragically inclined to address this test in a battle of mind/
Im sad to be it had to be, a quest about vanity and clarity/
Figgety like flarety, question if you marry me, would I remain the same or would I change the reigns/
And let your hold em, streer our lives to the years, to the years that are golden/
But it feels cosmicly inclined that we fail by our omen, old an, grey and alone/
This guitar and drum I play to the bone/
Til Im gone and alone and my dreams turn to stone, stone turn to dust and are swept in the wind/
inept to begin with, our relationship dile was set to a freindship/
Now Im thinking should I end it, Should I end it, Should I end it...
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my head/
My head, my thoughts are all that I have left from you/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my/
I got u running, got u running, got u running through my head/
My head, my thoughts are all that I have left from you/
Let the past be the past, Im living the last, days, weeks years of time/
But every time that I decline your offer in my mind/
Im offering my mind, what your offering to me aint nothing but lust/
I want your trust and your feelings, and you must let me listen/
When you touch on a feeling, all that love that Im endeering/
I strong and comodeering your vessel, like imperial colonials, IM home alone/
I rome the zone, like olden bones, Im overthrown my sholders cold/ Ive given up, on given fucks, my little luck aint livin up, to my goals and my dreams/
Rock roll in between, the sixties and love songs, got to know when your beat/
Aint always pretty like love songs/
Fuck long walks, reading books in the bed, Im hanging out on the stoup til Im sick in the head/
Til I wish I was dead,Til I wish I was dead, Til I wish I was dead,