Run It

Little whispers tell me I should be ashamed,
“How can you live your life this way?”
I think I’m doing just fine, thanks.
So quick to curse someone, so quick to place the blame
so go on, deflect away,
I think I’ll probably be okay.

And I could name names, but what’s the use?
There’s a reason you only have rumors to speak as truth.

Run, run it, Honey,
let’s hear the latest story,
Please, tell me, just what have I been up to now?
Burn another bridge
with someone else who only tried to help you out
of the hole you dug when you ran yourself into the ground.

Now, how can I be mean to such a poor little soul?
“God gives us struggles”? Maybe so,
Or maybe, responsibilities? No? Oh.
I guess we’re all just waiting victims to some random deity,
It just hates you more than me,
and maybe that’s why I’m so, so mean.

Run, run it Honey,
let’s hear the latest story,
Please, tell me just what have I been up to now?
Burn another bridge
with someone else who only tried to help you out
of the hole you dug when you ran yourself into the ground.

So keep talking about how we’ve all done you wrong,
one by one, you bite the hand that feeds, but it’s you that’s the victim
but that’s okay,
I’m getting good at playing the villain.