S.O.I.A

Turns back to see everything he wanna Walk away to find another day Turns a page that he never thought he'd get to and he's Walking different drunk But why does he always run away? Could be tapped that brain of his is wired wrong Thinking too much, she was right there all along I don't take my running from you He said, sick of it all still Why does he always run away? Take no time to think about what's on the line No time to sit and listen to you wine Don't care about piling powder in his skull Don't care about running he's an animal You knocked him off tip top of the block Now he's sick of it all again That's why he always runs away Take no time to think about what's on the line No time to sit and listen to you wine This skin and bone Won't change your tone But he can bang on his drum Drain out that mundane moan