The Cure (But Not Really)

It's a certain type of Fahrenheit
That doesn't sit well, that doesn't sit
It's a feeling unexplainable
I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time

But my gut feels stuck in a sickening motion
Like it's turning itself inside out
It's something I can't shake
A razor's dull blade
I think it's perfect time for a change

Run with me
Run with me
Run with me (Run with me)
Run with me (Run with me)
Run until your feet fall off your legs (Run with me)
So I know at least you're trying to race (Run with me)
For what's coming (Run with me)
For what's coming (Run with me)

And I'll do the same
Swallow vitamins and we'll reconnect again
They'll dance underneath our skin
And we'll grow like chameleons

Why
Does the Midwest sky
Hold the darkest clouds
Above my head, every night

Why
Does the Midwest sky
Hold the darkest clouds
Above my head, every night

Every night
Every night
The Midwest sky

Run
Run with me
Run with me