Gone Gone
That's where I need to be
I'll be leaving here next year
Gone Gone
With you right in front of me
I'll be outta here next year
Waste time
Hope I make this clear
I'll be leaving here next year
You won't even have to see me
Not once you'll have to look
You'll never have to look my way again
Through the whistling sound
Of your artery
Still can't express forward anything
Oh well
I guess I'll worry about it later