Running Man

He was laying on the ground like he'd lost his mind
Starin' up into the sky as it starts to shine
Skip dinner and Papa said, "Go on to your room"
If one of us caves, it ain't gonna be
It ain't gonna be me
Now everything he wished to the stars above
You can only be hard to leave if you're hard to love
Take a good look now, catch him if you can
Run, run, run, he's the running man
If one of us pays, it ain't gonna be
Well, it ain't gonna be me
'Cause I can almost taste that cotton candy sky
Feel the pavement underneath the tires
Paradise
I've been carvin' lines on that netherworld obsidian chunk rock (Yeah)
You sittin' pretty and whatnot
I used to pray to high hell for something in the lunchbox
Now the eyes swellin' 'cause the fella keep the munch locked (Love it)
Every night is death row's final meal
The French toast, the finest veal, I'm fuckin' cryin' still (Still)
Used to fall asleep with the stomach vacant
Felt my gut hit the sunken pavement like crumpled paper
Upchuckin' like a drunken sailor
Punchin' a bunch of buckin' failures
My head's shrunk, unlucky prayers from clunky frail things (Yeah)
Send a curse with some haste in the cast (Uh-huh)
And lend my verse to its place in the craft (What?)
Cotton candy color hit the sky brim
Stop and damn the others with my wide grin, wild shit
Run, run, run it, man, some bums stumble dance
Straight into some dumb luck, horseshoe, nothing planned
Stand still while the sun'll pan
'Cause I can almost taste that cotton candy sky
Feel the pavement underneath the tires
Almost taste that cotton candy sky
Feel the pavement
I can't play the game anymore
I don't know how much longer I got in me
I'm so sick of all the secondhand worrying
If one of us stays, it ain't gonna be
It ain't gonna be me