She moved to Hollywood, she says she's up to no good, and I believe her
And now I'm calling behind, it's just a waste of my time to try to be her
Trips around the sun always coming while the youth keeps preying on the young
Done before I tried
Oh my hands are tied
I spent a long time running from your troubled side
Tell me lately what's got you down
Are you coming home without a few drunk bottles and a microphone to scream it out
So this is how it ends, a group of f*cked up friends just trying to make it
A dirty living room and sleeping in till noon, out on the weekends
I took her maiden name she took a second just to see if she would stay
Dancing on our graves
But oh my hands are tied
I should've just kept running when you went to hide
If I call will you turn around
Are you coming home to be with me or figure out if you could be alone, oh tell me now
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
You run, you run, darling where do you run from me when you run, you run?
Without a new direction, we do the same deflections
And when they ask am I nothing but a missed connection
But oh my hands are tied, I spent a long time running from your troubled side
Tell me lately what's got you down?