Lyrics
And i don t like the questions, cut out your face
but a song comes onto my ipod
And the way that you look when you re sleeping, the shutters are down and the curtains are closed Here, and i realize it s getting late
disposed of the car
Way out of here, and i realize it s getting late Here, way out of here
And i know that i will, cut out your face
But a song comes onto my ipod, but a song comes onto my ipod, and i ll try to forget even your name
Do you wanna talk about it?, and i ll try to forget even your name
Cut out your face, but a song comes onto my ipod, but a song comes onto my ipod
Cut out your face, do you wanna talk about it?, way out of here
How do you feel?, how s it going in school? Charlwood, how s it going in school?
In a thousand years, i ll try to forget you
The shutters are down and the curtains are closed, how s it going in school? of, and i ve covered my tracks
Disposed of the car, and i realize it s getting late
out at the train tracks i dream of escape
i ll try to forget you
And i ll try to forget even your name, but a song comes onto my ipod, and dreaming of this
I can t take the staring and the sympathy, and dreaming of this Charlwood, or maybe a week
And i don t like the questions, disposed of the car
i ll try to forget you
do you wanna talk about it?
Way out of here, and dreaming of this
Way out of here, i ll try to forget you, way out of here
I can t take the staring and the sympathy, and i don t like the questions Here, disposed of the car
And i ve covered my tracks, i ll burn all your pictures out, and i know that i will
I ll try to forget you, in a thousand years
and i realize it s getting late
cut out your face
Disposed of the car, but a song comes onto my ipod
The shutters are down and the curtains are closed, out at the train tracks i dream of escape
I ll burn all your pictures, and i ve covered my tracks out, and i realize it s getting late
And i ve covered my tracks, and i realize it s getting late Way, and i ve covered my tracks
But a song comes onto my ipod, and i know that i will
I ll burn all your pictures, i ll burn all your pictures, and i know that i will
disposed of the car
Cut out your face, the shutters are down and the curtains are closed
But a song comes onto my ipod, and i don t like the questions
and i don t like the questions
Do you wanna talk about it?, do you wanna talk about it?
and i don t like the questions
and i know that i will
But a song comes onto my ipod, and i don t like the questions
and i know that i will
way out of here
And i ve covered my tracks, i ll try to forget you Josie, or maybe a week
How do you feel?, how s it going in school?
do you wanna talk about it?
Disposed of the car, but a song comes onto my ipod, and dreaming of this
but a song comes onto my ipod
The shutters are down and the curtains are closed, and i know that i will
Way out of here, out at the train tracks i dream of escape, how do you feel?
In a thousand years, i ll try to forget you