I’ll run away again
I’ll run like these streets were meant for woe
And your personal gestapo wont find me
I’ll ally every street and
Write my name backwards on every wall
Because I don’t want to be found
Except by those who know to look

I don’t want to flirt with the phone
But I’ve got that microphone
Tape recorder
Trapped like a politician’s wrist
On me

I figure i’ll be fine in time
But I’m really confused
Cuffed like a toddler with thirst
Lost and lewd