TWO SIDES (RUNNER / THROAT) [Intro - Whispered, close to the mic] Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. You caught me at a bad time. We were arguing again. He wants to leave. I want to... stay. [Verse 1: Runner] Ladies and gentlemen, meet the first one! Polite! Punctual! Pathetic! He says "sorry" when YOU step on HIS foot! He runs from fights, from lights, from dogs, from eye contact, He runs from phone calls, he runs from his own shadow - Got his sneakers laced 24/7, just in case the air gets too heavy. He's got a little list in his pocket that says: "1. Don't bother anyone. 2. Don't be noticed. 3. RUN." He's been running so long he forgot what he's running FROM. [Pre-Chorus: Switch] But his legs get tired... Hehe... they ALWAYS get tired. And when he trips? Oh, when he trips, I catch him. I GOT TWO SIDES! One that RUNS, one that GOES FOR THE THROAT! One says "please please please" One says "BLEED BLEED!" One begs for the door, One LOCKS it. I got two sides, baby, And tonight? Tonight you get BOTH![Chorus] [Verse 2: Throat] Ahhhhh, that's better. Air's all mine now. You like this voice better, don't you? More... honest. See, the runner, he negotiates. I DON'T NEGOTIATE. I COLLECT. I smile like a straight razor in a church pew. I get real close, real chummy, real buddy-buddy, Put my arm around you like an old friend and whisper, "Let's make this memorable, huh?" He looks at the exit. I look at the throat. Soft. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. So fragile, like a little drum. One little squeeze and the music STOPS. Isn't that beautiful? The silence after? [Chorus 2 - Bigger, Laughing] I GOT TWO SIDES! One that RUNS, one that GOES FOR THE THROAT! One hides under the bed, One IS what you find under it! One is praying for forgiveness, One is making you BEG for it! Hahahahahaha! [Bridge 1: The Argument Inside] (Runner): "Stop! Stop it! We said we wouldn't do this anymore! We promised!" (Throat): "We? We? There is no WE, you coward! There's ME holding YOUR leash!" (Runner): "They'll hate us, they'll lock us up, they'll-" (Throat): "GOOD! Let 'em! Let 'em build a bigger box! We'll rattle it! We'll laugh inside it! We'll scratch our names on the inside so they NEVER get us out of their heads!" (Runner): sobbing, running footsteps (Throat): "RUN, LITTLE RABBIT! RUN! Makes the chase so much sweeter!" [Breakdown: Spoken, Unsettling Lullaby] You know what I figured out? The runner isn't scared of YOU. He's scared of ME. He's been running from ME his whole life. Every door he locks, every corner he hides in... He's trying to get away from the guy who lives in his chest. But I live here rent-free, honey. I pay with teeth. Knock knock. Who's there? Not the runner anymore. [Verse 3: Both At Once] I wash my hands, but they still shake, Is it fear? Is it hunger? I can't tell anymore. Mirror, mirror on the wall, Which one of us is the mask at all? One hand reaching for help, One hand reaching for a blade, Both hands are mine, And both hands... won't... obey... [Final Chorus - Slow, Sick, Orchestral] I got two sides... One that runs... One that goes for the throat... One that cries when you cry... One that LAUGHS when you cry... One wants to be saved... One wants to see you try... So which one are you talking to right now? Go ahead... guess. Guess wrong and you get to meet the other one. [Outro - Giggling, Fading Footsteps, Then Running] Pitter-patter, pitter-patter... Oops. There he goes again. ... Gotcha.
