before i was
anything
was known
by the kids
in the streets
Beat all my friends
and enemies
from lowell road
up cypress hill
up over hedges
down the old pine grove
Makes sense to me
now
Running away from something
was
a tribute to fear
a learned behavior
a way to never know
the unbearable
truths
 |
| 'broken' by Katya |
rarely now
Cause fear aint nothin
to live by
i used to like
Running through the hills
past the llama farms
the black sheep
of unincorporated
california
i used to get high off the fear
took the flight
over fight
i used to think gettin away
was gettin away
No longer running
no more
cant get away with it
no more
my body she
don't need no more help
feelin pain
If i could stop my
spirit?
like my runnin body
stop her in her tracks?
i would
Cause she hurt
too
runnin all my energy
hot and so much friction
so long now
 |
| 'so long now' by Katya |
no help
in hurtin
Laughing
become harder
become longer
become greater
laughing
become my wish
In a world
full of
howlin hurt
of pain
burnin eyes
of perpetual
rain
Oh yeah
holy shit yes!
ya
its been religious
all this running
it always made a clearing
in the darkness
of a day
You and me?
dont worry
we gonna do
all right
runnin into
one
another
like we do
 |
| 'framed' by Katya |
Maybe not fine i suppose
maybe terrifying
possibly traumatic
unlikely to be forgotten
woven round the swab
of our heads
like cotton
Running into arms...
like we done
Again
and again and again
hurtin with regret
tryin so hard to forget.
Fightin like bitches
 |
| 'Exposee' by Katya |
talkin over
gettin high
hardly never sleepin
sharing words
holdin back
sharing what we wrote
guessing and assumptions
wailin and moanin
consuming the consumption
self-demolished
exhausted
pissed
sad
 |
| 'twice-removed' by Katya |
we run half-blinded
A reckless, impossible pace!
they all say
every one so
tired of our shit
they done us already
like deja vu
they know by heart
the play-by-play
Still
they may never see
nor feel
Runnin into you
runnin into me
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