It’s a new sound, burning thing down
I’m laughing out loud, fade into the crowd
Or was it just a daydream I was, contemplating?
Ain’t life a ball, 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

Catch it if you can

What’s in a name? More of the same
Your third-degree borders on misogyny
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, one last kiss
One last kiss

Catch it if you can