See the girl who's been locked in a room
She won't be leavin' there anytime soon
She's being punished for her carelessness
Her cheeks are warm and wet, life is a mess
Ooooh (Her room...)
Ooooh (Her room...)
Climbs the hill in his threadbare clothes
Holds an anger that nobody knows
He tries to hide the knife in his hands
His only solace lies in his own plans
I've... got time to kill
If you will
I'll stand still
Gotta get up I gotta get out I gotta let it all go
Gotta get up I gotta get out I gotta let it all go
Gotta get up I gotta get out I gotta let it all go
Gotta get up I gotta get out I gotta let it all go
Spends his days making burgers and fries
Wears a smile but there's a look in his eyes
He can't admit that life's got him down
But he dreams of leaving, forgetting this town