Little did you know
It was taking hold of my head
Little miracles
So subliminal, let me rest
You run from me, from me
You won’t be my making
You run from me, from me
You won’t be my shade, please
Little did I know
You were miserable for several months
It’s invisible
Little metaphors weren’t enough
I run from you, from you
You won’t be my making
I run from you, from you
You won’t be my shade, please
Please
