Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You'd Rather Run, artist - Jaymay. Album song Autumn Fallin', in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 11.11.2007
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
You'd Rather Run |
Run your fingers through your hair |
Let’s pick up from where we left off |
Call all your friends, announce the new victory |
Once you were sweet to me, knock it off |
The music doesn’t move you, doesn’t soothe you |
Doesn’t prove you’re worth a dime |
You work 'round the clock, watch it tick and tock |
But this isn’t your time |
Move over son, it’s my turn to shine |
Was there ever a moment |
One small slice in history |
When I took you seriously? |
When your belt and your shoes |
Did not announce your poor taste so fearlessly? |
'Cause that’s news to me |
And you can forget it, I get it |
I just don’t let it get to me |
I regret to inform I do not fret or mourn |
The way things used to be |
It’s all in the past now, it’s all gone |
And the only way into the sun is walking |
But you’d rather run |
You’d rather run away |
The songs he writes are for «dad» |
The true love lost 'fore he ever had |
If stories begun «If father loved son» |
We wouldn’t be feelin' so bad |
But doesn’t everyone? |
And it’s not that I hate you |
I never loved you enough to hate you |
To get even or mad so as not to seem sad |
Just seems ungrateful |
'Cause really, I am thankful I’m sad |
Maybe we’re the same unabashed and unashamed |
Then again, I dunno where you came from |
You keep carvin' out names |
First Jamie then James |
And I can’t keep up to restrain you |
How come? |
We two came together for worst and for better |
It’s true |
And the weather is clever |
But she’s not the only one getting over you |
It’s me, too |
And the only way into the sun is walking |
But you’d rather run |
You’d rather run away |
My god, it’s no fun to watch you play dumb |
With your ugly hand on her thigh |
And she’s nervous too, but politeness eschews |
The impulse to finger deny |
Plus, your girlfriend’s a spy |
And what would she think to look up from her drink |
And find you in your sad little vest tryin' hard to undress |
The girls you sat down next to? |
She’ll think nothing |
She’ll be thinking of you |
I’m glad I don’t know the places you go |
I’m glad for you and for them |
Let’s be discreet if we are to meet on Ludlow ever again |
Don’t mention Ben |
It’s funny what you miss, it’s funny what you don’t |
I’ve thought it all through, the potential to fondly reminisce is this: |
I won’t |
And the only way into the sun is walking |
But you’d rather run |
You’d rather run away |
Don’t say we got along |
That’s remarkably wrong |
It doesn’t suggest or imply |
The thing about us you don’t dare discuss |
We never got along famously, we just tried |
I tried to be good, I tried to be gracious and kind |
But working with you has done nothing but prove a total waste of time |
'Cause the real curse is your mind |
Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling |
And wonder what’s wrong with me |
To involve myself with people |
Who don’t know what my true feeling might possibly be |
Who latch onto my strength like it’s all they’ve got |
It takes all of my strengths |
And I go through such lengths |
To show them it is not what they think they are stealing |
And the only way into the sun is walking |
But you’d rather run |
You’d rather run away |
Yes, the only way into the sun is walking |
But you’d rather run |
You’d rather run away |