Make room, Cause I'm hopping on, The Amtrak, Headed to wherever I may go.
Whether I'll be dead within two years, Or maybe I'll be living mediocrely, boringly. If dreams really came true then I'd be onstage, Singing out the times I wanted to cry and die.
Make room, Cause I'm not waiting for you, My friends have all gone, I don't know where they went but I'm doing just fine.
Maroon blood on bathroom floors, Is all I can see at night, Makes me wonder where I'll be alive, tomorrow. Well, don't stop me now.
Make room, Cause you're not part of this, I've got things to see and things to do, Don't control me, Just make room. Just make room.