Way out of Here

Out at the train tracks

I dream of escape

But a song comes onto my iPod

And I realize it's getting late

And 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?"

And "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Way out

Way out of here

Fade out

Fade out, vanish

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, and cut out your face

The shutters are down and the curtains are closed

And I've covered my tracks

Disposed of the car

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

Fade out, vanish