RUN, FORREST, RUN

RUN, FORREST, RUN

Nothing ventured nothing gained
You miss 100% of the shots you don't take
But does any of that shit really matter,
When everything put in front of you is never good enough?

You can run, but you can’t outrun your demons
Do you know what it takes to play this game?
Are you sure you can win?

I think you’ve run out of excuses
So you just run
Like Forrest, you run when things get too good
Can you find your way back to me?

On the table sit your flowers
Next to turned over card
But does any of this shit really matter?
You left it behind with my broken heart

I think you’ve run out of hiding places
So you run all night
Like Forrest, you run when things get too real
Can the sunlight bring you back to me?