The next train at 3:00

Love, I apologize for what I have done.
It seems as if I am just a passenger ready to board the next train,
and when stuck at the station, I am lost.
When I am not in motion, I run for my life.
Only so I don’t stop moving. Stopping is the worst thing I can do.
Because you see baby, I did something bad.
And if I stop now they’ll catch me.
You’re the only hideout I have in this world.
But the doors are closed. The windows, shut.
So, where do I go? I’ll keep on running.
I won’t stop until they catch me or until you do.
I’ll hop on every train, every car, every ride away from them.
And maybe if you don’t open that door,
I’ll find another one to walk right into.