Get Me Outta Here
I wish that I could forget you like you have forgotten me, till you need me
I wish that I was so cold that when you finally showed up, I'd pretend I don't know ya
That's not me though, I can't seem to let go
I can't go where the wind blows, I can't let that door close
I think I need brain surgery and some new anatomy
I'm living up a mercury in a fucking murder scene
Get me out of here, please get me out of here
Someone come and get me out of here
Please get me out of here
Someone come and get me, please come and get me
Isn't it crazy that we had so much ahead, now all that is hanging in the deepest parts of my head
I don't want this to be the end, can it be some played up skit
Yeah, so we don't have to call it quits
Now we're both standing here with so many regrets, recovering from the endless threats
Gonna die young from all the stress, so we floating high above the fucking circus
Freedom has me stepping out the birds nest, but my heart is beating all the way out of my chest
Now the opportunities are endless, not being held down by a damsel in distress
Yeah, I'm boxed up, now I'm bored to death
These people think we have nothing left, but we out here taking our steps
Still in the trenches, but we out of the depths
I'm still hanging on by a thread.
I wish that I was so cold that when you finally showed up, I'd pretend I don't know ya
That's not me though, I can't seem to let go
I can't go where the wind blows, I can't let that door close
I think I need brain surgery and some new anatomy
I'm living up a mercury in a fucking murder scene
Get me out of here, please get me out of here
Someone come and get me out of here
Please get me out of here
Someone come and get me, please come and get me
Isn't it crazy that we had so much ahead, now all that is hanging in the deepest parts of my head
I don't want this to be the end, can it be some played up skit
Yeah, so we don't have to call it quits
Now we're both standing here with so many regrets, recovering from the endless threats
Gonna die young from all the stress, so we floating high above the fucking circus
Freedom has me stepping out the birds nest, but my heart is beating all the way out of my chest
Now the opportunities are endless, not being held down by a damsel in distress
Yeah, I'm boxed up, now I'm bored to death
These people think we have nothing left, but we out here taking our steps
Still in the trenches, but we out of the depths
I'm still hanging on by a thread.
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Writer(s): Nel Nason
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