Running for the Blue

trying to avoid
running into my ex
in Midtown.

no one recognizes me,
but I ain't lonely. 

werewolves and thieves,
rich kids who wanted everything,
holding the bowl in the snow. 

I keep on running
for the blue;
I duck my head
and hide from you. 

knives from the sky
cut through me everytime,
I am not afraid to cry,
can't hide from survival. 

the past can chase me
down to size
and that's no way to die.