Blister

We outrun the shadows beneath our feet

Keep it up 'til we end up on some dead-end street

When we've turned into what we never wanted to be

When you've lost sight of what you once saw in me

Your lips are sour as I wipe away the sweat

And I force the words out of your throat, get them out of your head

Heavy breaths with every lift of your chest

We're fading away, but I'm already dead

And it's plain, these are just the rules of the game

You run around, you run me down, and I learn to chase