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 And 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?" And, "Do you wanna talk about it?" Way out Way out of here Fade out Fade out, vanish And 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 And dreaming of this Way out Way out of here Fade out Fade out, vanish Way out Way out of here Fade out Fade out, vanish