I've been on the run
stumbling forward
tripping on one
What have I become
sometimes I can't help
it when I'm dumb

And the crime fit the decree
doing time by spending it with me
And sometimes I find
it much easier
to hide away and ignore everything

Tried to find peace
but had so much built up
couldn't release
felt squeeze on my heart
Me, myself, tore us apart

And the crime fit the decree
doing time by spending it with me
And sometimes I find it much easier
to hide away and ignore everything