When You Run Away From Me

How far are you going to run

When you run away from me

You going to run to the city?
You going to fall off the map?

You going to leave me in the voicemails?
You going to dump me in the draft folder?

You know what I bet?

I bet you’re going to run off

With that blonde-haired kid
With the purple shirt
And the olive jacket

The one who doesn’t call you out

On your bullshit

And you’re going to live a happy life

With a puppy and a cat

And two big windows

Looking out on some lake or mountain

And he’s going to quietly resent you

While you do whatever the fuck you want

For the rest of your life

If I was a betting man

That’s what I’d bet

You liking that soda?

Soda’s better at my house

You ever seen my house?

It’s nice

I mean, it’s a dump

But it’s nice

--For a dump

I bet you’d like it though

You know

If I was gonna bet

You should come see it

Before you head

To whatever train station

You’re headed to

Yeah, maybe you’re not going there now

But you will

Eventually

You’re going to get on the fastest train

Away from me
You can find

And I don’t blame you

Because, you know, where the fuck am I going?

What do you gotta stick around here for?

To watch me
Drink all this soda?

No point in that

I don’t want to hold you back

I don’t want to—

I just like how pissed off

You get at me

I like how I can get

Under your skin

And then two days later

We’re back to normal

Like nothing even happened

Because we kind of love each other

But we kind of want to fucking kill each other

And it’s all peaches and gravy, you know?

You almost done with that soda?

You want to spend the rest of your life

Living like I said?

With somebody

Who doesn’t even have the balls

To call you a fucking asshole

And mean it?

‘Cause when I say it?

I mean it

And you think

That’s something bad

But the truth is

When somebody’s calling you an asshole

That’s closer to ‘I love you’

Then you'll ever get
With Mr. Purple Shirt

It’s closer to the truth of it

Anyway

It’s closer to what you really mean

I bet when you run away from me

You’re never going to get an ‘I love you’

As good as the one I give you

When I’m calling you out

I bet you’re never going to get anybody

Standing across the room from you

Grabbing at your eyes

With their eyes

Like you’re some kind of

Fucking lifeboat
While their ship's going down

I bet you’re not going to lay up

In someone’s bed

On a Sunday morning

Trying to figure out

How you can stay there

And never leave

Because you like being a lifeboat
More than you like being a yacht

But you know, that’s what I’d say

If I were to bet

And when it comes to you

There’s nothing

I’d bet on

Nothing in the world