Getting Out of Here Lyrics

Folded each shirt

Nice and tidy neat

Left them in a box

On my dirty front seat

Waited months for you

To come and speak your mind

But I grew tired

Of waiting for you one more time

And you still smell

Of argan oil and lemongrass tears

Funny thing is

I've never seen you shed a single one

And you still know

My secrets and deepest darkest fears

It doesn't change the fact

That I'm getting out of here

And so I burned

This shirt in a pile in my yard

As a reminder

Of how far I have come

I finally let go

I'm on my own time now

And I have hold

Of what is really mine

And you still smell

Of argan oil and lemongrass tears

Funny thing is

I've never seen you shed a single one

And you still know

My secrets and deepest darkest fears

It doesn't change the fact

That I'm getting out of here

I'm getting out of here