More songs by Runnner
Description
Main Artist: Runnner
Producer: Noah Weinman
Producer: Ellington Peet
Composer Lyricist: Noah Weinman
Lyrics and translation
Original
If I wrote it down, would it make sense?
It's not the kind of thing to get right
But I've been chewing it for seven months
And feeling fragile like a first light
The moment that you notice changes
The pictures in your head
And now every bit I'm hanging
Drowns in questioning
Was it easier to love me then?
It's a foreign language fever dream
But I could measure it in emails
I want my mom and a god to agree
To stick and poke me with the details
'Cause I'm always looking past the edge
Sinking in myself
But now I'm caught up with a busted leg
Waiting to get wеll
I fucking hate it when I need help
I'm still in my bеd
Writing the same songs over again
Slow tying this thread
How to get close without losing my step
And I've been running in a loop inside
Just to fuck it up again
I know it's dumb to think I'm in control
But I don't know what to do instead
And I so often find myself here
It seems to be my point of freeze though
Forcing myself to slow down
A torn Achilles and a broken heart
English translation
If I wrote it down, would it make sense?
It's not the kind of thing to get right
But I've been chewing it for seven months
And feeling fragile like a first light
The moment that you notice changes
The pictures in your head
And now every bit I'm hanging
Drowns in questioning
Was it easier to love me then?
It's a foreign language fever dream
But I could measure it in emails
I want my mom and a god to agree
To stick and poke me with the details
'Cause I'm always looking past the edge
Sinking in myself
But now I'm caught up with a busted leg
Waiting to get wеll
I fucking hate it when I need help
I'm still in my bеd
Writing the same songs over again
Slow tying this thread
How to get close without losing my step
And I've been running in a loop inside
Just to fuck it up again
I know it's dumb to think I'm in control
But I don't know what to do instead
And I so often find myself here
It seems to be my point of freeze though
Forcing myself to slow down
A torn Achilles and a broken heart