World keeps pace every day But lately I'm slipping away I cannot keep up with This sentimental theme park Clamped down into my seat Strangers spitting and scream Holding on tight but I wonder If I'll be okay Done running away No more games to play I'm on display With my anxiety Done running away No more reckless Old bruises to pay They shouldn't have let me in I feel worn and fickle within Too short for this ride though My luck is blown in the wind B ball looks easy to do But I keep missing the hoop I feel tricked by this sight now I wonder if I'll ever change Stop making mistakes Maybe something will change Scatchy ticket on sale Set myself up to fail Done running away All those things that I Might learn some day When I catch you I'm done catching