Runaway - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I took the time, I guess it’s fine

That I can't, I can't

It's alright, it was filled with lies

I had no chance, I had no chance

I knew it was love

I had, I had

Go to my room

I felt bad, I felt bad

Runaway with you

We were friends in the end

For a while, for awhile

She didn't give any fucks

To like my style, to like my style

We would we stare at the beach

To make you smile, to make you smile

In the end they were dead

For a while, for awhile

Runaway with you