We never talk to it    remind the world of who we are    i'm caught in this static    can't seem to understand why i    can't stop running, i hate that feeling    my labels moving and i'm not gaining    i cant stand running, its never ending    i'm just skipping a rope they're holding    i never talk to it    remind the world of what i'm not    i'm caught in myself, yourself    i'd like to fuck myself all day long they like to sit and think    but the fact remains i've no time at all to    play    not today    youth    away    sitting in the back seat of an automobile    racing to my old age with no one at the wheel    sitting in for my face something no one can trace    until they see the words    gradient grey to grey packagaed in red blue yellow    a mean green bunch of trees tickle the toes of a    winter sky the san francisco cold sets in to remind    me i forgot my jacket seeing craig at the market    reminds me i'm not in san francisco    let me go