I've been living on a quarter of speed
  And I don't want to die, damn near drown in a pile of sick,
  No I don't want to die, smashed up face in a parking lot
  Fucked up head from too much pot
  Gotta run away
    Come down hard in the light of day, I know the reason why
  Self-centred fuck faced son of a bitch
  Not cool to live a lie, lets go out in the sity tonight,
  Making a scene then doing it twice,
  Gotta run away
    Time runs out at the best of times
  Can't go back to the end of the line
  Gotta run away