Clark Austin

I am going away for a while,
But I’ll be back, don’t try and follow me
‘Cause I’ll return as soon as possible.
See I’m trying to find my place,
But it might not be here where I feel safe.
We all learn to make mistakes,

And run
From them, from them
With no direction.
We’ll run from them, from them
With no conviction,

‘Cause I’m just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly.
Don’t need no roads.
In fact they follow me,

And we just go in circles.

Well now I’m told that this is life,
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it.
Would someone care to classify,
Of broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on?

And run
To them, to them.
Full speed ahead.
Oh you are not useless.
We are just

Misguided ghosts,
Traveling endlessly.
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away,
And there’s no one road.
We should not be the same,
But I’m just a ghost
And still they echo me

They echo me in circles

— Brand New Eyes, Paramore (2010)