I've made up your mind for you and I've forced your hand.
I've made you indelibly blue by breaking your perfect plan.
And it's about time for my quick getaway.
I'm ready to head out of black, maybe at the edge of grey.
Red lights are flashing, alarms they are blasting.
I wait for the perfect day.
I know you'll ask why, that's why I'm not wasting time for my great escape.
And I'm gone.
Tell all you're friends you can see that I'm already lost, and I'm gone.
It might hurt to hear that I'm not coming home.
Stay awake until the early hours to see you're okay.
That will be the last you see of me.
I'll be gone before the break of day.
Headlights are passing in every direction out here on the interstate.
I'm holding my breath as I count every step that I make towards my great escape.
And I'm gone.
Tell all your friends you can see that I'm already lost.
And I'm gone.
It might hurt to hear that I'm not coming...
And I'm gone.
Tell all your friends you can see that I'm already lost.
And I'm gone.
It might hurt to hear that I'm not coming--- And I am gone.
Tell all your friends you can see that I'm already lost.
And I am gone.
It might hurt to hear that I'm not coming home.
I'm not coming home.

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