Songs I Write | VII

You Wanna Run?

Your bathroom smells of fairy liquid
Your bed's reminiscent of your chest
I've been counting down the minutes
Till I could lay my head to rest on it again

I'm hoping all the ways that I love you could be enough to be what you want
'Cause eloping sounds more like a good thought than impulsive idiot fun
Don't you want to run?
Don't you want to run?

I can't love me how you still love me today
I smell of you so I can smell you when you're away
So, yes, above every silver lining, there you are, babe
There you are and there I am, twin fires ablaze

I'm hoping all the ways that I love you could be enough to be what you want
'Cause eloping sounds more like a good thought than impulsive idiot fun
Don't you want to run?
Don't you want to run?

I'm aware of the flaws that bother you about me, about this
Know you're scared that we'll break each other apart and doubt me, doubt this
My final fear is to lose you here when I've so much love to be given
Do I make you want to run?

I prayed even before we'd begun
You wouldn't ever not be someone
In my life, in my heart, in my future, in my sun
If you ever feel like you ought to run someplace, you know where you belong

I'm hoping all the ways that I love you could be enough to be what you want
'Cause eloping sounds more like a calming thought than impulsive idiot dumb
Don't you want to run?
I'm hoping all the days that I love you could be enough to make you want to come
'Cause eloping sounds more like a righteous plot than dragging shoes and the pressure from a shotgun
Don't you want to run?
Do I make you want to run?

Do you feel like it could be done?
Maybe we owe ourselves this one
You know where you belong
Don't you want to run?