Backfoot

You say you love me so hold me,
You're running away, why won't you hold me?
Now you seem to say you want me,
Oh running away has never been so easy..as now.

Top of the class to the sketman,
He's the take anything he can get-man,
And all the words slide off his tongue as,
He slips into a dream of all the things hed rather be...

You're running off,
You're running off,
Caught on the backfoot,
Palm on the handle.

You're running off,
You're running off,
Porcelain figures,
stilettos so eager.
You're running off,
You're running off,