Chased by...I Don't Know What
LIGHTBODY, MCCLELLAND, QUINN
And I'll come running for my life
Scramble through these greasy pathways
I can't look up for fear of forwards
I hear your words reverberate
An easy ride is all you said I was
Please try to control your feelings
It doesn't make me want you more
I'm terrified by every vacant
Glance you shoot across my way