The Rush

Your touch lands like a feather Digs in like deceit Ribs cave under pressure Bury me beneath Cause I still taste your cigarettes The puff of smoke I hope to catch By the broken bottles on my steps Sorrow spills from your lips Boy you're too young You're gonna catch up But there's no rush So patronizing Your back towards the white flag I know better now Not to feed myself What comes out your mouth Ya Well I still taste your cigarets All the love I couldn't catch By the broken bottles on my steps Sorrow spill from your lips Boy you're too young You're gonna catch up But there's no rush Walk before you run Run Run Run Walk before you run Run Run Run Rounding the final path Last chance to have your say Convinced you spared me of My own naiveté Twist the cap Spiral off of the tracks Anvil swigs between your heart and head You won't stay young You're gonna catch up Why the rush Walk before you run Run Run Run Quick to cut and run Run Run Run