Words and Music by Grace Hayden and The Ryans

I just did something I thought that I would never do
Told my boss that his brains didn’t match his giant shoes
Take a vacation down South
I’m a little embarassed it’s such a surprise to see that I got out.
I’m fed up with reasons like there’s some relief in
Why the vacant drones who can’t take a joke get to run the show

I’m getting out
I’m getting out

You and I are to the point where I have to be drinking
To flatter you so nicely and not say what I’m really thinking
I can’t keep up with all the favors I do you by telling lies
You’re the worst hangover I’ve ever survived…

I’m getting out
I’m getting out

We’re told anything without a limit is gunna cost an hour a minute
It’ll take years to see you are what you eat
Up on your own two feet it gets a little hard to breathe
Sometimes it seems like pulling teeth would offer me up some relief
Living in a full house, no room to unfold
I can’t get through a shower without the water running cold

Instr.

I’m getting out, I’m getting out, Go right ahead and lock me out
No more selfish, sappy dropouts, Swimming in my bank account
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, This free-for-all hole in the ground
No more social network shrew, Getting to tell me what to do

I’m getting out
I’m getting out