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?" "Do you want to 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 Dreaming of this