Counting Room Exits

I put the boarding pass upon my story

(ooh) And you were checking in

right on cue

Standing by the thrift store mirrors,

green and gold

Looking at a sweater that was already old

But you're sitting in a bathroom with the loud fan on

Counting all the exits now that I am gone

I don't need to show off the places I might go

But you always read between the lines I show

I put the boarding pass upon my story (yeah,

you saw it) And you were checking in

right on cue

I didn't do it just to make you worry

But it's the only way to get to you

We used to search for silver frames to hold our view

Now I'm flying high to find a sky that's new

While you stay counting doors (counting doors)

Just a screenshot in the dark

Fan is running, left your mark (ooh,

yeah)