Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late
I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions,
"How do you feel? How's it going in school? We know you want to talk about
it..."
Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead
And I'm trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week
Burn all your pictures
Cut out your face
The shutters are down
And the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car
And I'm trying to forget
Even your name
And the way that you look
When you're sleeping, dreaming of this
Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead
Way out, way out of here
Fade out, fade up ahead
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