Getaway (feat. Elegant Ensemble)

So you really think you're gonna get away

By getting on a plane

With your tail tucked between your knees

Even after all the xannies that you take

You try your best to shake the thought that

He was all you need

No one can fill

Up your emptiness

No one's gonna

Go clean your big mess

So you really think you're gonna get away

By getting on a plane

Just fly to somewhere hot and easy

But the weather only follows you around

Like toilet paper found tacked to the bottoms of your feet

I'm a genius

Don't touch me I'll break

Your bones into

Little frosted flakes

Ask myself what if I'd fought for it

Then I remember that I did

Remember that I did

Remember that I did