To know how he was, to talk to him.
I missed him.
It wasn’t good.
Offended expected different the taste of gasoline.
Sick Sick Sick and yet I ran to him,
I always did run to fear,
My Consistency Misery,
I Run, from Love.
I run I run I run I run,
I dreamt of your voice.
I dreamt of your voice,
Like Me A heart A pain Our pain Our hearts freed.
We spoke I knew,
I rose Confused.
Coffined in cells filled with gasoline,
You are not him But I can’t see you,
Don’t let me run away I can’t see,
I run I run I run set me free,
Set me Free.