The Cure (But Not Really)

It's a certain type of Fahrenheit

That doesn't sit well, that doesn't sit

It's a feeling unexplainable

I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time

But my gut feels stuck in a sickening motion

Like it's turning itself inside out

It's something I can't shake

A razor's dull blade

I think it's perfect time for a change

Run with me

Run with me

Run with me (Run with me)

Run with me (Run with me)

Run until your feet fall off your legs (Run with me)

So I know at least you're trying to race (Run with me)

For what's coming (Run with me)

For what's coming (Run with me)

And I'll do the same

Swallow vitamins and we'll reconnect again

They'll dance underneath our skin

And we'll grow like chameleons

Why

Does the Midwest sky

Hold the darkest clouds

Above my head, every night

Why

Does the Midwest sky

Hold the darkest clouds

Above my head, every night

Every night

Every night

The Midwest sky

Run

Run with me

Run with me