Out at the train tracks I dream of escape 
But a [bad word] 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 
And dreaming of this... 

Way out 
Way out of here 
Fade out 
Fade out, vanish