A Way Out - Low Roar

Sitting here waiting for you to wake up

Counting down the days until this wears off

Keep me from the thoughts and the abuse

Staring, staring

This must be the way out of here

There must be a way out of here

Garbage stacks and dishes lack their leisure

And sunny days have simply lost their pleasure

I’m finding it hard to move

I, refuse

This must be the way out of here

There must be a way out of here