Early mornings, lacking purpose
Trying to find a feeling
Even if it’s all too fleeting
Break a sweat, it’s somewhat healing
Out of sight, out of mind
That’s what they say
But while I’m running in place
The thought of you never goes away
Volume up, play it loud
Pick up pace, tune it out
Here we go, again and again
All I want to do is shout
Lack of breath
A pounding feeling in my chest
You’re on my mind
I failed; I tried my best.
