I can't see myself in the glossy reflection.
astro-turf and scratchy polyester
kinda feel like rejection.
Feet first, back straight,
1, 2, 3, 4
take a lap and pass out,
no, I can't take it anymore.
(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
Shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.
alter-ego autograph
sharpie signature on cotton,
scratch your name across your chest,
I hope my name's forgotten.
Weight-room anxiety
my mouth tastes like bile,
I hope the dumbbells crush me flat,
final destination style.
(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
Shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.
Oh, sweat turns to blood when you can't make a 12-minute mile,
when you can't outrun the flood,
shit, these shorts are so out of style.
Oh, sweat turns to blood when your blister eats the bandaid,
drag me through the mud,
I hope she bumps my grade.
(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
Shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.
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