Running

My mind is captivated by something
I’m running from something
I don’t know what I’m running from
But I’m running from it
No heart-breaking
My heart shaken
From last week
If Ashely asks for a green pill
Then I pass three
It’s past three
Better fall asleep in the back seat
She ask me, babe do I make you real happy (Yeah, of course)
I told her when I look into eyes it relax me
And she kind of nasty
Yeah, that shit attract me
The good times, the bad times
Mentally attack me
You love me, you hate me
But stay
Damn, exactly
I’m gladly, I’m happy
For this time that I’m resting
Relaxing in a grave
With no cell phone reception
I look in the mirror
I hate the reflection
Next session
Xanax, klonopin and anti-depressants
I try to prove myself a point
Don’t ever get the message
When I ever get the message
My mind is captivated by something
I’m running from something
I don’t know what I’m running from
But I’m running from it
And I’m fucking sick of running
Yeah, and I’m fucking sick of running