Runaway

Send down another miracle
Wasted on my night
Vast burning nothing
Endless painted sky
I don't believe in it

I don't believe in anything
That I can get at home

Dreams come true
Well, maybe your dreams come true
I'm at your door
They're my mistakes, and I'll make them great as I want
Here I go, relivin' 'em

I don't believe in anything
That I can get at home

Could've come out worse
Could've come out worse
Could've come out worse
Worse