Guilty Running

Guilty running down the crack of the egg

I’m in love with the past and the things that they said

Guilty running down the side of my head

I get by on the promise of future excess

Guilty running, guilty running

I pull my neck in, waiting for something

I keep waiting for the shoe to drop -

Micro plastics in my lemonade

I keep waiting for my friend to call

and forgive me all my bad faith

Guilty running, guilty I'm running out of time

Guilty, lying on the side of the bed

I’m in love with the love I invent in my head

Guilty, lying out the side of my neck

I get by, I get by, I get by

I keep waiting for the shoe to drop -

Micro plastics in my lemonade

I keep waiting for my friend to call

and forgive me all my bad faith

Guilty running, guilty I'm running out of space

Guilty running, guilty I'm running out of taste