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