Exit Strategy

Lyrics

Help me I'm stuck inside this airport My friends are ghosts Sundays Bones grinding slowly to a halt Job's a mess Traffic There's lightning caught inside this jar No escape from the doom The girl in the magazine has it all Beaches and French cuisine, vomit sprawl We wish you all the luck on your journey Meanwhile A feeling something's gone awry Self esteem dream No time The city breathes another sigh Letting go Cornered I've been living like wallpaper Things have changed for the strange The girl in the magazine has it all I'm sorry if this is mean: won't miss you all We wish you all the luck on your journey Have a nice day