Texty: Future Islands. Escape Artist.

you look hurt, but it's not my fault
we're wasting time, that's for the birds
i feel cheated somehow
i feel stifled down here
no one here understands me
i feel cheated somehow
it's not my fault

you look sad, waiting for the train
the sun comes down in the rain
you look cracked, with your mirror-broken face
i feel down, seeing you so low
(but it's getting late)
baby i've got to go

i feel cheated somehow
i feel stifled down here
no one here understands me
i feel cheated somehow
it's not my fault

you get home, you're bleeding for a light
but now it's closed, the only door in sight