Weren't you just so fortunate But you moved out on your own Thought that things would come easier But you can't always get what you want When the world gets a little bit colder And the sky gets a little bit dark The drugs you were taking won't fix you And the distance won't heal your heart
Life ain't easy out on your own When the price of living is a bank loan Well tell me it's worth it To run from your home I'll tell you you're insane, out of control And what is it like to be crazy? Oh, why don't you tell me? What is it like?
It was just too obvious how you felt no compromise Every time they handed you a dollar from their pocket Only made you feel justified You say it's heartache But I know it's a lie They bought all your explanations And sold all your goodbyes
'Cause life ain't easy out on your own When the price of living is a bank loan Well tell me it's worth it to run from your home I'll tell you your insane, out of control And what is it like to be crazy? Oh, why don't you tell me? And what is it like to be crazy? Why don't you tell me? Run away, run away, run away, run away, run away For your sacred Sundays The only way, only way, only way, only way, only way You forget your Mondays
Run away, oh, run away Run away, oh, run away Run away, oh, run away Run away, oh, run away
Life ain't easy out on your own When the price of living is a bank loan Well tell me it's worth it to run from your home I'll tell you your insane, out of control And what is it like to be crazy? Oh, why don't you tell me? And what is it like?
Compositores: Alec Shane Benjamin (BMI), Alexander James William Wallace Skarbek (PRS)Editores: Alec Benjamin S Songs (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #19875148 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM