Running With Scissors
Cavetown · Running With Scissors
Never-ending, eternal, again and again
Just a matter of time till the lines intersect
Trickle down in a spiral, I just want to forget
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
You look like your father, baby face
You sound like your mother, how cliché
You hold up a mirror, demonstrate
I rush like a river, tempting fate
You're running with scissors, I'm the same
Everybody's a copy, everybody's in drag
Every man is a baby, always kicking the can
He gets it, kinda vaguely, butterfly in the net
I just want you to see me, she just wants to forget
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
I want to forget everything
Running With Scissors
“Running With Scissors” treats identity as an unstable loop: lives circle back, family resemblance becomes a mirror, and the narrator wants to forget what keeps repeating. Cavetown’s lyric is full of inherited likeness—one person looks like a father, sounds like a mother—then makes that resemblance feel like performance, as if everyone is playing a role someone else wrote. The title’s dangerous image captures the song’s mix of impulsiveness and self-awareness: the speaker recognizes the risk and still rushes toward it.
The song’s repeated desire to forget is complicated by its equally strong desire to be seen. The narrator wants to erase everything, then insists that another person notice them. That contradiction makes the chorus feel less like escape than a wish to stop being trapped in other people’s expectations. The lyric’s circular structure supports its theme: every attempt to break from the past seems to bring the speaker around to another version of the same question—who am I when I am not repeating someone else?
Cavetown discussed the emotional world of *Running With Scissors* in an interview with The Line of Best Fit, while When The Horn Blows reviewed the album. Those pieces offer project-level context rather than a separate critical verdict on this song. Here, the intimacy comes from making identity feel ordinary and strange at once: a face, a voice, a family resemblance, a pattern one wants to escape. The song’s most tender wish is not simply to forget, but to be recognized as more than the things one has inherited.

