Runaway, born to a runaway Well fuck tonight I just can't seem to make things right I'm still that pissed off 16 year old kid That can't sit tight And I'll die alone In a boat that I built on my own I am my father's son I'm a runaway born to a runaway So why am I surprised I'm always looking for the exit Every time I blew through town I bought what you were selling Never cared if it was real Mom, god bless her heart She never bad mouthed you Never made us pick or choose She didn't have to She left it up to you I'm a runaway born to a runaway So why am I surprised I'm never searching for the answers I'm a runaway born to a runaway Why am I surprised I'm always looking for the exit It takes grit to stand up And even more to just let go And after all the shit you pulled You just want to die alone I'm a runaway born to a runaway So why am I surprised I'm never searching for the answers I'm a runaway born to a runaway Why am I surprised I'm always looking for the exit I'm a runaway born to a runaway I'm a runaway I'm a runaway born to a runaway So why am I surprised I'm a runaway born to a runaway