Mars Argo

I wanna runaway, runaway Little time left to runaway Every time I get somewhere I wanna runaway, runaway I feel like I'm losing control.

Eager words are making me an awful mess.

Maybe I should let myself go Because this is so predictable.

Is there something that I'm missing? My walls are caving in I can't hear what you are saying I'm afraid of giving in.

You are making me uneasy You make me want to scream I wish I was a dumb pop star So the words wouldn't matter to you.

You say you need me We're running out of time I guess I fear the fear of consequence You say you'll leave me But you'll be sorry.