This morning, I dreamt about missing the train

I spent all that money just to throw it away

So I shot out of bed and bought a stranger some breakfast

But when I got it, he was no longer there

I searched the whole station, I couldn't find him anywhere

Good luck, final girl

I hope you get what you deserve

No one's gonna do your job for you

After all, that's not how this thing works

I spent what little I have on trains headed north

Get off at the first stop, walk around 'til I'm bored

But that girl down the block said if I wanted to escape

I could always just knock on her door

But I don't need people like her anymore

Good luck, final girl

I hope you get what you deserve

No one's gonna do your job for you

After all, that's not how this thing works

I'm postponing my suicide indefinitely

There's horseshoes in his pockets, hand grenades in his spleen

No amount of money could strike him off the calendar

And I haven't cried in seven years

Slumped in the café car, hiding my tears

Good luck, final girl

I hope you get what you deserve

No one's gonna do your job for you

After all, that's not how this thing works

After all, that's not how this thing works

After all, that's not how this thing works

After all, that's not how this thing works

After all, that's not how this thing works