Rundown Song

[Diplodocus]

I’m not a quitter, but there is no cure,

Nothing that I’m waiting for.

I ought to just solve things here and now,

On a bad bet.

We’re over and done with our messed up minds,

A little extra strength just alleviates the signs.

We’re not far behind, not in my mind,

And the time’s consuming you.

 

Colour in, cut me out, but the grey is the brightest,

Make a switch, so to speak, but the past is always gone.

In, out, but the grey is the brightest,

At my best I’ll accept that the past is always gone.

 

Maybe they’ll fix things, when I’m gone,

What if it’s just another rundown song?

A memory is something you can’t quite prove.

But if you can freeze time, why would you ever move?

 

I won’t accept that, I can’t accept that,

You’re a mess and all you’ll do is,

 

Colour in, cut me out, but the grey is the brightest,

Make a switch, so to speak, but the past is always gone.

In, out, but the grey is the brightest,

At my best I’ll accept that the past is always gone.

 

But I can’t make things up,

And I hear,

Not enough, a double bluff,

And they’ll hear you out.

 

And this attempt’s all I can do.

 

Colour in, cut me out, but the grey is the brightest,

Make a switch, so to speak, but the past is always gone.

In, out, but the grey is the brightest,

At my best I’ll accept that the past is always gone.

 

Cut out, cut out,

The brightest of greys,

Now the past is always gone,

Cut out, like the brightest of greys,

At my best I’ll accept that the past is always gone.

 

Colour in, then cut me out,

But the past is always gone.

Colour in, then cut me out,

But the past is always gone.