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
Trains 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?
(I just can’t stay here anymore)
You just write filthy fables,
(That’s what suitcases are for)
 

Well, I’m 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!