On the Run

i wasn’t looking for tragedy

When I left my town

Baby I’m from a city, I know who I am

You think you’re some kind of cowboy

Rolling round here in your rolls Royce

With a cigarette problem and A gun in your hand

I was on the run from you

Cuz I, I would always run to you

You’d put a band aid on a bullet hole

When you told me you would marry me

Sharp shooter got me in the eye, and he knocked out all my teeth

I held you like a baby, I held you like a man

While you cried crocodile tears into my hands

You think you’re some kind of cowboy

Rollin round here in your rolls Royce

With a cigarette problem and A gun in your hand

I was on the run from you

Cuz I, I would always run to you

Id sail the whole world in search of someone to put everything to shame

Now I wont miss a spot to make sure you’re the one to blame

But you’re too broken to be saved your shattered glass and hardened case

You point the barrel at my face and pull the trigger as I say

I was on the run from you

Cuz I, I would always run to you