running early late
i run out the door
no goodbyes
not my style

and then we wait
in my face
i can recognize you by your spine
twisted like a wilting tree
before you turned I could see

but you're learning
chungle sitting across from me
a shock I wasn't expecting

and she
kissing her pretty blonde thing
oh I wish it were me
I shake like i'm 13
squealing and knock-kneed

I make a trade
take a plea
then run run run
until too late to make it

and who is sitting waiting
my bad idea
an innocent liability.