I could hear all the plans we had when the wind hits me just
right
and i'm so sick of wanting all the things i'm haunted by

my sympathy goes to the oldest joke that's survived another
year
i wonder where i'm going from where i'm at i wonder why i'm

still here.
the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words
don't

console me anymore while i'm lying wide awake on my bedroom
floor.
i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here this is my last

chance to disappear.
i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here, i think i may freeze
on the last

days of summertime. the local papers always opened up to
obituaries
and engagements cause i keep track of all the fresh starts and

he dying famous
and there's a hate of second-hand smoke underneath the summer
stars

along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing
on the subway
walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while

i'm lying
wide awake on my bedroom floor. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting
out of here

this is my last chance to disappear, i'm the lucky one, i'm
getting out of here,
i think i may freeze on the last days of summertime. remember

when, when you said,
you said take these words and do what you want with them. the
writing on the subway

walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore, while
i'm lying wide awake
on my bedroom floor. i'm the lucky one, i'm getting out of here

this is my last
chance to disappear. i'm the lucky one, i;m getting out of here,
i think

i may freeze on the last days of summertime.