We were criminals on the run
From justice
Always looking out for our  chasers
And I wished for something more
Something I could show off to the world
I loathed being the dirty little secret
I longed for something free
Something mine
But honey this was the famous four-letter-word
Paired with my putty-at-your-hands heart
I wasn't  an exception
How long and far we could run
I didn't know
Then again
Isn't uncertainty the only thing
this heart of mine was ever certain of
When it came to you
We were criminals on the run
But while we both ran from our chasers
I was trying to run away
From what I felt for you