Have I ever told you? What it was like to leave my friends.
Leave the house that I grew up in and learn to look ahead.
Have I ever told you? How every day I sift on through.
Another million new faces.
But still I'm in my same pair of shoes from,
8th, grade, graduation. Sharpie hearts, purple laces.
Nowadays all I get are post cards.
Saying how great life's so far.
Mines full of complications. Distance will only make us.
Remember what we all came from. Cause we're all on the run.
Little runaway. Runaway at heart.
No matter what we say. She knows, she knows, she knows.
Little runaway. Runaway at heart.
No matter what we say. She knows, she knows, she knows.
Have I ever told you? What it was like after one year.
I fell in love with taking
Pictures. Got real drunk and pierced my ears.
Have I ever told you? That I'm okay with feeling scared.
You may think it's permanent.
But still I'm in my same pair of shoes from,
8th, grade, graduation. Sharpie hearts, purple laces.
Nowadays all I get are post cards.
Saying how great life's so far.
Mines full of complications. Distance will only make us.
Remember what we all came from. Cause we're all on the run.
Little runaway. Runaway at heart.
No matter what we say. She knows, she knows, she knows.
Little runaway. Runaway at heart.
No matter what we say.
But still I'm in my same pair of shoes from,
8th, grade, graduation. Sharpie hearts, purple laces.
Nowadays all I get are post cards.
Saying how great life's so far.
Mines full of complications. Distance will only make us.
Remember what we all came from. Cause we're all on the run.