getting out

I don't want to make sense anymore
I don't want to be logical
I don't like present tense anymore
hopeful thinking is a crock of bull
damn near impossible
one thing I know for sure is
I'm getting out
I'm getting out
I'm getting out of here

someone explain my life to me
like it's something I deserve
I've got a brain to think and eyes to see
but I'm stuck here on dead man's curve
you got a lot of nerve 
roads are icy and the tires swerve
one thing I know for sure is
I'm getting out
I'm getting out

          I'm moving on
          I'm history
          where I belong
          is a mystery
          but there's got to be
          something inside of me
          I still need to find

I am nothing that I want to be
I am closed when I should be open
I should have come with a warranty
because all I am is broken
I want to give up hoping
move to Hoboken
sell subway tokens
but someone else has spoken
saying
I'm getting out
I'm getting out
I'm getting out of here