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I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here
I've had the same conversation every lunch for weeks
It feels so good to be anonymously alive
I won't say yes all the time
I have nicknames to try
And they notice I'm gone
I'm already watching rom-coms
And drinking the Sani complimentary wine

And I just find myself on that red eye

A carefree gratitude, rubbing shoulders with Hollywood
I'll be fueled by superfoods and menthol cigarettes
And in the diner when she asks if I'm American
I'll double down on my accent then she'll say she's Irish too (oh, my God, I'm Irish too)
That's quite a common claim, that's not quite the same thing
I'll be so homesick, then I'll need to call my friends

I might just find myself on the red eye or in the city
With traffic jams and rich, rich sycophants

Let's say you, you look at me, that's how I know
Let's say you, you look at me, that's how I know
Let's say you, you look at me, that's how I know
Let's say you, you look at me, I'm coming home
Let's say you, you look at me, that's how I know
Let's say you, you look at me, that's how I know

I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here
I've had the same conversation every