Runnersmile

my heart is too sweet for her taste
and it beats too fast for her pace

wait a minute what am I doing writing another letter
a little older but I don't know any better
I'm a sucker for the image created to sell lust
labeled as love - a must have commodity
my type finds comfort in camaraderie
laughing at the fact that we fall so fast
toast to the future victims of the prowl
putting those smiles on our femme fatales

my heart is too sweet for her taste
and it beats too fast for her pace
it's her race - she determines the miles
I'm staying in the back with the runners who smile

'cause nice guys finish last in this world
bad boys always attract the good girls
but these good girls all wanna be bad
'til they make a mistake they can't take back

they can't take back

another cold January in Chicago
I met a girl about a week before a show
the open bar opened up my heart
so I put her on the guest list - let her in - no charge
didn't even need to chase her
I should've known when I met her with a chaser
she would only temporarily replace
the bittersweet memories of Minute Made
on the CTA she claimed my presence
meant the whole world to a small town girl with big city dreams
that I would never see 'cause she fled the scene when I keyed out the green screen
guess it got too real
going off script wasn't part of the deal
I'm not the kind of guy to downplay what I feel
won't settle for a bite if I want a full meal

my heart is too sweet for her taste
and it beats too fast for her pace
it's her race - she determines the miles
I'm staying in the back with the runners who smile

'cause nice guys finish last in this world
bad boys always attract the good girls
but these good girls all wanna be bad
'til they make a mistake they can't take back

they can't take back

I took a little break from the race just to catch my breath
lace up and stretch then go again
you and I remember how this chapter ends
when she looks you in the eyes and says we're just friends
took a little break from the race just to catch my breath
lace up and stretch then go again
you and I remember how this chapter ends
yeah, you and I remember how this chapter ends

my heart is too sweet for her taste
and it beats too fast for her pace
it's her race - she determines the miles
I'm staying in the back with the runners who smile

'cause nice guys finish last in this world
bad boys always attract the good girls
but these good girls all wanna be bad
'til they make a mistake they can't take back

they can't take back





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