Running Away (My Whole Life) | Song Lyrics Written by Me

Running Away (My Whole Life)

Pretending these insults don't bother me.

I've got baggage older than an oak tree.

Jealous watching families on TV.

In life, death is the only guarantee.

Posts shoved in my face force me to compare.

It feels so unfair; I'm no millionaire.

Always in despair, well beyond repair.

Every dream of mine becomes a nightmare.

28 in July, no girlfriend or fiancée.

Searching for someone honest to meet me halfway.

"Good things come to those who wait." Or that's what they say.

Be patient; "you will find the right person someday."

Where is my beloved soulmate begging me to stay?

If my bleak future reminds you of Hemingway,

Then perhaps it's in my nature, part of my DNA.

Because I've spent my whole fuckin' life running away.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to before I left school.

Adults fill me with guilt, act like I broke the golden rule.

If I could press a button and get a chance to restart,

Then I could stop everything from totally falling apart.

The IRS wants to know my marital status? Still single.

Every week I get my paycheck, and spot a new wrinkle.

Oblivious people insist that I be more grateful.

I am, but I never claimed to be some perfect angel.

28 in July, no girlfriend or fiancée.

Searching for someone honest to meet me halfway.

"Good things come to those who wait." Or that's what they say.

Be patient; "you will find the right person someday."

Where is my beloved soulmate begging me to stay?

If my bleak future reminds you of Hemingway,

Then perhaps it's in my nature, part of my DNA.

Because I've spent my whole fuckin' life running away.

I'll keep running; I don't care if my knees give out.

Dopamine distracts me from the vast sea of doubt.

Haven't enjoyed one good night's rest since I was eighteen.

Others often forget. I'm a man, not a machine.

Pushing this broom five days a week, in so much pain.

But I never once think to whimper or complain.

Smiling for every customer, going insane.

I could steer my car into the oncoming lane.

Left or right? Doesn't matter. I'm tired of scrolling.

Another first date? No thanks. It's always the last.

Social media? I'm good. It's so controlling.

You know how I feel? Of course not. You never asked.

Nostalgia, hearing that song on the radio.

My body matures. But my brain just won't follow.

Twisted memories of the past, I won't let go.

Unfulfilled ambitions, I feel so damn hollow.

I won't go back to a session of therapy.

Instead, point me toward a moment of clarity.

"Good things come to those who wait." Or that's what they say.

Be patient; "you will find the right person someday."

Staring over the edge, contemplating the fall.

The idea used to scare me more, to end it all.

Then perhaps it's in my nature, part of my DNA.

Because I've spent my whole fuckin' life running away.

When asked how I'm doing, I tell them "I'm okay."

It's not like anyone really cares anyway.

28 in July, no girlfriend or fiancée.

Searching for someone honest to meet me halfway.

"Good things come to those who wait." Or that's what they say.

Be patient; "you will find the right person someday."

Where is my beloved soulmate begging me to stay?

If my bleak future reminds you of Hemingway,

Then perhaps it's in my nature, part of my DNA.

Because I've spent my whole fuckin' life running away.

Every second of my life,

Constantly running away...