| You got your Fleetwood freedom |
| I just want to see you fly |
| Treading on my heart sometimes |
| I’m just like the grass in the crack that you’re stepping on |
| Another concrete dream |
| Reaching up to your feet that you just ignore |
| I know when the gun sounds |
| I’m at full sprint |
| Out of breath and my lungs pound |
| Beating on my chest |
| Love for me is like a suckerpunch |
| And I’m blacked out |
| On the mat |
| But I’ll go another round for you |
| I guess I could look the other way for you |
| Oh lord |
| I could look the other way |
| I could look the other way |
| I guess I could look the other way for you |
| Oh lord |
| I could look the other way |
| I could look the other way |
| You just want to run |
| Want to run |
| But you don’t know why |
| Was it something I said? |
| Was it all in my head? |
| I was here the whole time |
| I’m just like the shoe untied that you wear around |
| I paint the tears on my face and the mud on my lace like a rodeo clown |
| I know when the gun sounds |
| I’m at full sprint |
| Out of breath and my lungs pound |
| Beating on my chest |
| Love for me is like a sucker punch |
| And I’m blacked out |
| On the dirt |
| But I wanna see how much it hurts |
| I guess I could look the other way for you |
| Oh lord |
| I could look the other way |
| I could look the other way |
| I guess I could look the other way for you |
| Oh lord |
| I could look the other way |
| I could look the other way |
| And now I’m making love to somebody new |
| And it isn’t you |
| But you are too |
| You are too |