Out of Here

I've been quietly docile for as long as I've known
I am a sleepy lord of my own comfort zone
Here I've avoided all kinds of terrors
I've skilfully sidestepped all life's little tremors
I turn a blind eye to impulse and dare
Every step taken was rehearsed and prepared
I know the terrain, the highs and the lows
I have crept to the outskirts to watch others grow

Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here

Patterns emerged and habits were formed
Circles were walked in and I became bored
I began to suspect that I'd been deceived
That I'd been robbed, and that I was the thief

Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here

What I built as a haven, a place of escape
Turned into a fortress, a prison, a cave
And this glorious palace, where I couldn't fail
Is now an airless cocoon that I've overstayed

Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Doran
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