The Exit Strategy

I never hang my coat up when I walk into the room

I read the tea leaves wrong and still predict the doom

I clock the exits, count the lies, rehearse my alibi

Every conversation's just a game I'm set to lose on time

You offer me a seat — I think I'll stand

Got my keys like a weapon in my hand

You call it rude, you call it cold

I call it knowing what to hold back, what to withhold

The walls lean in, the lights go dim

That itch is back beneath my skin

I'm not scared of you, I'm not of fate

I'm scared I'll stay one second too late

I've always got an exit strategy

A PhD in worst-case tragedy

I'm halfway gone before I say "hello"

The patron saint of Irish goodbyes, you know

Don't try to chain me, don't try to key

Baby, I don't do plans — I do contingency

There's a trapdoor hiding under every "welcome home"

Watch your step

I live like I'm renting space inside my bones

Engine humming, headlights aimed at "far"

I don't let love get close enough to scar

You wanna settle down, plant flags and roots?

I'd rather bleed momentum through my boots

I break out in hives at the word "stay"

I'm self-employed in running the other way

The room gets loud, my pulse gets fast

I feel the present turning past

I'm not afraid of loss or pain

I'm afraid of comfort turning permanent

I've always got an exit strategy

A masterclass in grand catastrophe

I'm gone mid-sentence, mid-hello

I vanish clean — professional ghost

Don't try to lock me, don't try to key

Baby, I don't do love — I do contingency

One foot in

One foot out

That's how you live when you don't black out

If you never really land

You never hit the ground

I've always got an exit strategy

Say it slow — ex-it stra-te-gy

Don't try to save me, don't try to see

I was already gone mentally

Don't try to lock me, don't try to key

Baby, I am my own emergency

Check the locks, check the blinds

I'm the space you'll never find

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...Vanish