Moving is easy
Especially when staying is the hard part
And running is simple
When you're chasing nothing but
Cracked dreams that know they're barely substance.
I finally understand what he said
When he left
How everything was a failed experiment
And how maybe things get better
If everything else falls apart first.
But he was wrong
Because the brokeness hangs thick
When you're alone at night.
And I can't run when moving means change;
Not when staying means that things
Could possibly stay the same.