Running, running
My mind's always running
Cuz every time I called you baby
You were up to something
It's nothing
You love this
I act like I don't want it
But if the passion's heavy
Then at least I'm feeling something
It's a cold world, baby, when you do the most
But we could move down south or hit the west coast
Do you still love me baby now that I've become a ghost
Or have you found another soul addicted to yr
Paranoia
Hiding, hiding
I'm locked in my room writing
Cuz every time I wake up my first thought is about dying
I think everyone that talks to me is f*cking lying
Do the drugs even help if I never go outside
It's a cold world, baby, when you do the most
But we could move down south or hit the west coast
Do you still love me baby now that I've become a ghost
Or have you found another soul addicted to yr
Paranoia