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It Always Gives You A Chance To Run Before It Attacks You

 

It Always Gives You A Chance To Run Before It Attacks You

(album: On A TV That No One Saw - 2021)


Go ahead and work with your hands
Form the calluses that harden them
And start molding something new out of clay
And in the dead of night, it'll take a shape

Just don't call me indescribable
'Cause it makes me uncomfortable
I just wanted for you to find your way

Without me, could you do it without me?
'Cause you want something I can't be

So promise me you'll work on yourself
Don't waste all that love on someone else
'Cause there's always something new in the way
Sometimes I make a friend just to make mistakes

So don't call me indescribable
'Cause it makes me uncomfortable
I just wanted for you to find your way
And I've always had this fear that I'm
Not real enough to be described
So I'm learning to adapt to everything

But I don't know if you want to
Fall in love with a costume
I guess there's nothing to stop you

'Cause doesn't it all go back to the way it has to?
It always gives you a chance to run before it attacks you

So show me what you made with your hands
I treat the memory like contraband
And keep it in a dark, hidden cave
But eventually, it wants to see the day

That's why I'm welcoming a wandering eye
It's the assurance that you'll be alright
If I wake up one day and decide
That the distance is more like a dimming light
Because everything is just a compromise
Between the out of touch and the stuck inside

And I'm stuck inside
I'm stuck inside
I'm stuck inside
But doesn't it all go back to the way it has to
It always gave you a chance to run when it didn't have to

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