Pawn Shop Prada

We've grown so old

Our memories packaged in salt

Same as it was before

Some whisper of saccharine songs

What can you offer us?

Maybe it's all too much

And I limp across he finish line

Dragging every stone

Oh, so you run

So you run

Oh, so you run

So you run

Oh, so you run

So you run

Oh, so you run

So you run

Oh, so you run

So you run

Oh, so you run

So you run

You tasted gold

And now you won't even know

You've got to bite your tongue

Every time you want to speak up

Tell me that everyone else is like this

But you so much more

Entropy and apathy and methadone

Pawn shop Prada

Pawn shop Prada

Pawn shop Prada

Pawn shop Prada

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run

Oh, so you run