Behind closed doors we lit a fire From behind the same door were self defined Locked away in the prison in our minds Well this time Im gonna try Runaway, runaway this time Im gonna try Runaway Tear me open and reach right in Youll see the truth cause youll end up hating Everything will be fine in the end And Ill believe it, I wont have to pretend I feel like life has become a long map That leads me to you night after night I see the marks up and down your arms Its like a road map to Maybe Im just as lost as you Well find a way through Maybe I made a cliche Wanting to die this way Im not trying this is .....? Am I here or just standing in line Addiction isnt overcoming for a place seen in time My heart is higher but in your arms I feel alive In your arms I feel alive And now Im addicted to you Ive never felt so alive
runaway, map, arm, alive, maybe