I'm Not Yours - Banta

Three hundred miles outside Atlanta

Shot through the fall without aim

I took the bill, I took a lover

I never learned his last name

Our world’s at steam and condensation

Low gravity to hold me down

I never held my breath, I never looked back

The way to weakness

I’ve been running running

Running running for the door

Tip-toe in my respire in my house of love

Running running running

Oh don’t ask me for more

Slipping into the night

I’m not yours

I left no trail nor trace, make my escape

No perfume on the pillowcase

I never held my breath, I never looked back

The way to weakness

Never held my breath, I never wondered

No way to regret

I’ve been running running

Running running for the door

Tip-toe in my respire in my house of love

Running running running

Oh don’t ask me for more

Slipping into the night

I’m not yours

I’ve got to get along now, get along now

Make 'em windows

I’ve got to get along now, get along now

Make weakness

I’ve been running running

Running running for the door

Tip-toe in my respire in my house of love

Running running running

Oh don’t ask me for more

Slipping into the night

I’m not yours

I’ve got to get along now, get along now

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