I'm gonna make my move 
I'm gonna tell you what is what 
And when I set that [bad word] free, 
it's gonna make a couple moves for me. 

It's [bad word] run [bad word] run 
through your veins like a high school senior 
through the halls as one last bell tone reverberates 
off tiles and plates and smiles, so... 

I'm gonna make my move 
I've got my cereal spoon and a new moon 
scratching at your heel 
I'll tunnel through eventually, 
just wait and see 

I'm [bad word] run [bad word] run 
through your veins like Joan of Arc 
into your heart with a mad hope 
I lost a lot but I got you caught 

I'm living in your lung, it's my national park 
I love you so [bad word] much that my face is numb 
I'm camping in your lung, it's my national park 
I love you so [bad word] much that my whole world has been devoured by the dark