The days are getting longer now
And I know we aren’t there yet
I know it isn‘t summer
But my heart is screaming to run.
Let’s cut to the chase
It’s over, I know:
You’re halfway out the door
The sun sets on your shunning sillouete.
We‘re done, forget me.
It’s time to go back to school.
Leave me in the dust, in the dark, in the new day.
It seems like nothing ever changes and we all know how
I still run away from all the
Same dead–end sports,
Same town and state.
Still stuck beyond the internet:
I’m just some girl they used to know
Their friends still applaud all of my glow.
And I still miss the future we‘d had.
Let’s cut to the chase
It‘s over, I know:
We go from doing flips off the dock
To slamming the car door.
We‘re done, I hate that you‘ll leave me.
Leave me cowering in your wake, in your web, in the waste.
Let’s change the ending
This is over, we are not our mistakes:
I am unapologetic
For the sympathy and silence I lack.
If no one comes to help me
I‘ll become the person I need.
Nobody seems to question what they say
I used to be the same.
If I leave my body in this prison
Will my ghost be trapped too?
If you know I’m not your hero
Will you learn the things I don’t know how to teach?
How many times have I tried to change the ending,
And if I try to spin the failure into fact, will that fail too?
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
The days are getting longer now
And I know we aren’t there yet
I know it isn‘t summer
But my heart is screaming to run.
Let’s cut to the chase
It’s over, I know:
You’re halfway out the door
The sun sets on your shunning sillouete.
We‘re done, forget me.
It’s time to go back to school.
Leave me in the dust, in the dark, in the new day.
It seems like nothing ever changes and we all know how
I still run away from all the
Same dead–end sports,
Same town and state.
Still stuck beyond the internet:
I’m just some girl they used to know
Their friends still applaud all of my glow.
And I still miss the future we‘d had.
Let’s cut to the chase
It‘s over, I know:
We go from doing flips off the dock
To slamming the car door.
We‘re done, I hate that you‘ll leave me.
Leave me cowering in your wake, in your web, in the waste.
Let’s change the ending
This is over, we are not our mistakes:
I am unapologetic
For the sympathy and silence I lack.
If no one comes to help me
I‘ll become the person I need.
Nobody seems to question what they say
I used to be the same.
If I leave my body in this prison
Will my ghost be trapped too?
If you know I’m not your hero
Will you learn the things I don’t know how to teach?
How many times have I tried to change the ending,
And if I try to spin the failure into fact, will that fail too?
