I'm finding it hard to take a compliment
It's getting foggy out here on the lawn
I don't know who I am yet
I'm lying on the curb with my clothes on
You come at me from behind
I'll never admit that i'm scared
I've never been so tired
Don't wanna admit I've prepared
It's a 10k race
And my ankle's sprained
But I'll run anyway
I'll run
Printing out proof I'm not alone
I find that I pull more all nighters
A game of checkers with a clone
This time next year she'll be a songwriter
Climbing down the tree in late July
Bribe the green flag for a head start
Find my balance in short supply
Putting my faith in my street smart
You come at me from behind
I'll never admit that i'm scared
I've never been so tired
Don't wanna admit I've prepared
It's a 10k race
And my ankle's sprained
But I'll run anyway
I'll run
It's a biweekly prayer
To a God that's not there
But I'll pray anyway
I'll pray
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Dinner's defrosting, I'm already on it
Sleep less, I sleep less
Ice all my wounds but won't keep me from falling
Friday, Bandaid
Read it in a textbook, a cliché worth learning
Warmup to be a grownup
Camping with no fire, I don't like the dark
Anymore, anymore
My ankle's sprained
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But I'll run anyway
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I guess I'll run