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, dreaming of this
 Way out, way out of here,
 Fade out, fade out vanish