[Verse 1] She comes in black Like a bad decision Thick ponytail swinging Like she owns the night Danger in the haircut War in the jawline Tall as a threat And twice as polite Sunglasses on Even in the smoke That veteran grin says "Yeah, this ends in jokes" Abs like a warning Legs built to chase If panic had a body It would lose this race [Pre-Chorus] Wet street mirror Fire in the curb She don’t flinch once That’s the funny part Every siren screams She just lifts her chin Like she’s late to dinner And the feast begins [Chorus] Run, run, run Look what she made you do Run, run, run In a black glass mood She’s mean, she’s clean She’s a headline in boots Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth” Run, run, run Yeah, she takes the whole block Run, run, run Like a joke that won’t stop Deadpan face Blood-red grin in the soot Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth” [Verse 2] Short barrel barking Grenade launcher hanging She clears the alley Like she’s done this first Fire on the pavement Glass in the puddles Every shadow leans in Trying to get hurt She says nothing That’s the scary bit Just that cold stare And the crooked wit Arrogant posture Sinister grace If you want a hero You picked the wrong face [Pre-Chorus] Amber on her shoulders Cyan in the rain Magenta in the windows Like a fever stain She cuts through the chaos With a shrug and a smirk Everybody else runs She comes to work [Chorus] Run, run, run Look what she made you do Run, run, run In a black glass mood She’s mean, she’s clean She’s a headline in boots Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth” Run, run, run Yeah, she takes the whole block Run, run, run Like a joke that won’t stop Deadpan face Blood-red grin in the soot Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth” [Bridge] [Drop to half-time] No saint No savior Just teeth and nerve She walks through the fire Like it owes her first One little laugh Then the whole scene cracks She don’t chase redemption She just gets it back [Final Chorus] Run, run, run Look what she made you do Run, run, run In a black glass mood She’s mean, she’s clean She’s a headline in boots Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth” Run, run, run Yeah, she takes the whole block Run, run, run Like a joke that won’t stop Deadpan face Blood-red grin in the soot Run, run, run And the smoke says “truth”
