Running Assumes

I don't have that much time
While you've had all the time in the world
Bring your ID, I'll bring mine
You bring the locks, I'll bring the curls
Karma's found us once again
As if we had a decent place to hide
Surreal finger, invisible hands
That never learned to sign
To merely say goodbye

But if it's time for me to run, I'll run as fast as I am told
It's not my job to hold the gun, 'cause running assumes I've somewhere to go

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