When you're standing in the kitchen late at night Nobody's there to hold you tight When you're looking for the sun Hey run Yeah run When your best friend won't talk to you And nobody else can see through you Nobody's having any fun Hey run Yeah run Oh greetings from the city In the mail Blue sun in a blood red veil All your friends getting all dressed up All your friends still getting messed up Oh hey, yeah you better run When you meet yourself walking out the door And you just can't stand what you see anymore When you're hoping tomorrow just don't come Hey run Yeah run