More songs by Runnner
Description
Main Artist: Runnner
Producer: Noah Weinman
Producer: Derek Ted
Composer Lyricist: Noah Weinman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Thursday morning
Walk the bike path
Like it's nothing
But I lived in your skin
For almost four years
And now I'm blown clear
And everyone looks in
A river 'round a rock
I can hear you
But I don't really wanna talk
'Cause you got this strange power
Over me
But I don't blame you
Even though I try
When I fail to
Find my footing
See my own view
Close your car door
Am I empty
In a good way?
A foreign bedroom
All our old things
Reconfigured into something new
The saddest museum
Dedicated to all my bullshit
Am I that dry flower
On the table
Half immortal
Even though I died
When I asked you
To try and hold me
All the ways I wanted to hold you