Cut And Run

Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse

a half-hearted fuck you

imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been

and all the cynicism aside, and let me try to turn these awful words

into a cure, not a curse

and I'm still drawn by the kid in the corner

and the lovely angels alone on benches

I'm still making pleas

to the kid whose clothes don't fit

who hasn't found himself just yet

let alone the chance to love

you cross him off your list

this shit is piling up head over fist

while you're,

while you're,

while you're making eyes across the room

while you're making eyes across the room

while you're making eyes across the room

while you're making eyes across the room

x2

they got caught standing bored by the sidewalk

they tried to turn the opera into a punk rock stage

they cut and run at such a tender age