It’s new sound, of things burning down I’m laughing out loud as I fade into the crowd Or was it just a daydream I was, contemplating? Ain’t life a ball when you’re living in a mall Heeding the high society mating call I’d rather be doing nothing at all (That’s what suitcases are for) An escape route paved with gold (I just can’t stay here anymore) Looking at the same-old, same old Drains colliding and I’m tired of hiding I stayed up late for this, I sold my hate for this I blew you, one last kiss One last kiss What’s in a name? More of the same Your third-degree borders on misandry You should’ve been asking, what’s in my bag? (Trouble is the question is [?] anymore) You just write filled[?] your fables (That’s what suitcases are for) That and turning the tables Time flew now it lags And I’m packing my bags I stayed up late for this, I sold my hate for this I blew you… I blew you, one last kiss One last kiss Catch it if you can