Superbad

Swallow your fear and take the escalator down
 I'll still be here watching if you turn around
 The cogs and gears are spinning just beneath the ground
 You don't have to say a thing
 This is where we belong
 There's no point fighting
 The current's too strong
 Your shirt's too big and the back of your neck is pale
 You raise your hand up to the escalator rail
 My lungs are full, but I don't want to exhale
 It's a thought that's as jarring as the homeroom bells
 The next time you see me, I might be someone else
 It's a thought that's as jarring as the morning bells
 The next time you see me, I might be someone else
 I've been forgetting all about you
 I've been packing and you've had nothing to do
 I'm so sorry, I guess what they say is true
 I catch my reflection in the freshly polished floor
 I can hear the shoppers going in and out of stores
 And I see you drift away like a bottle from a shore
 It's a thought that's as jarring as the morning bells
 The next time you see me, I might be someone else
 Like a train full of horses on a rusted old track
 Life's full of forces that we can't hold back
 I've been forgetting all about you
 I've been packing and you've had nothing to do
 I'm so sorry, I guess what they say is true
 It's a thought that's as jarring as the homeroom bells
 The next time you see me, I might be someone else