Getaway

Aah-aah, aah-aah

So you really think you're gonna get away

By getting on a plane with your tail tucked between your knees

Even after all those antics that you take

You try your best to shake the thought that he was all you need (aah-aah)

No one can fill up your emptiness

No one gonna go clean your big mess

So you really think you're gonna get away

By getting on a plane Just glad it's summer

Hot and easy (aah-aah, aah-aah)

But the weather only follows you around

Like toilet paper found tucked to the bottoms of your feet (aah)

I'm a genius don't touch me

I'll break your bones into little frosted flakes

Ask myself what if I fought for it, then I remember that I did

Remember that I did, Remember that I did