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? 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, and dreaming of this..



Way out, way out of here

Fade out, fade out, vanish