You Can't Run Away (From Love)

Incense draws me in

A once familiar scent

Your pets greet me by the front door

The only remnants left

Of wasted lazy Sundays

Locked in our heads

Only free

Through the writing of our pens

Whether you’re a writer, singer, or serial killer

You can’t run away from love

No you can’t run away from love

I walk past the stairs

Straight to the living room

Your piano’s still on the back wall

Without you it sounds out of tune

I still hear you playing

And singing along

But now the words

Are long gone

Whether you’re a writer, singer, or serial killer

You can’t run away from love

No you can’t run away from love

I take one last look

Through the glass kitchen door

Until I can’t stand the mess

Just can’t take it anymore

I step down to the backyard

My legs begin to give

I drop into a deck chair

As sirens draw near

Whether you're a writer, singer, or serial killer

You can't run away