Run in the rain, dodge the lightning, embrace the thunder.
(Lonely rooms, stacked with boxes. You left nothing for me to do. Nothing but read your journals. Read your journals and cry.)
Stumble. Fall. Get up, bitch.
(Jesus Christ, I'm tired. I don't want to run anymore. I want to drink. I want to drink a lot. I want to get stupid and do the Pee Wee Herman dance on the bar. No fat chicks allowed on the bar.)
See? Jacq, RUN! Run, Jacq. Run?
(At least I've got your blanket.)
In the words of the Dresden Dolls:
"I run as fast as I can,
but Jacq comes tumbling after...
i'm halfway home now
half hoping
for a showdown
cause i'm not big enough to house this crowd
it might destroy me
but i'd sacrifice my body
if it meant i'd get the Jacq part out"
(I miss you.)
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