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