The Academy Is...

Subjects are thrown around the room
Looking for the ones that got away
A feeling of soft anticipation
Another confrontation I won't make
But how do we do it
We turned into something else entirely
We fake it
But I wanted it so desperately to be real
Run, run, holding on to some pieces that you left behind
Hope now, as I walk away, you're the one that finds me out
Run from the only thing left that I hold close
While he's letting you in
You've got the feeling you've been followed under your skin
It will be weighing on your shoulder, believe it.
If I could express it in a different dialect or in a delicate way
I'd capture the phrases inside the cage beneath my chest
And keep it locked for days
I wanted you so desperately to believe me
Run, run, why are you running from another conversation?
Someone that I've been planning on, you're the one that finds me out.
There's nowhere, now I found you, that I won't go.
I'm always letting you in.
You've got the feeling you've been followed under your skin.
It will be weighing on your shoulder.