Way Out Of Here

Out at the train tracks I dream of escape

But a song comes onto my iPod

And I realise 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?"

"Do you wanna talk about it?"



Way out

Way out of here

Fade out

Fade out, vanish



I'll try to forget you

And I know that I will

In a thousand years

Or maybe a week

I'll burn all your pictures

Cut out your face



And the shutters are down and the curtains are closed

And I've covered my tracks

Disposed of the car

And I'll try to forget even your name

And the way that you look when you're sleeping

And dreaming of this...



Way out

Way out of here

Fade out

Fade out, vanish