I
I'm running
in a big rye
running away from this rye
that it's out and inside me
running to a hole new rye
looking for my baseball ball
But there is no sentenses in my glove
I'm running
Falling in this abyss
to another rye
And yeah!I' m the Catcher in the rye
and no.
I'm letting you fall
Me and my ex-girl
We never ran
An, oh! She's losing all this
my girl, my girl, my girl
And yeah!I'm running
running
it's not like
I'm out of control
They're falling
I should be the Catcher
I should have the control
of the situation
with their gloves
But not from me
There are no baseball gloves
with their memories
nothing to cut me
The kids in the rye
Is there anybody here to help?
I just run
run
run
in this rye.
