Taking Off - Highly Suspect

Nobody can be saved

My mind is on overdrive

I’ve got a whispering way

Of saying goodbye

The shadow hits your face

Just for a second, that’s all that I need

And when you bat your eyes

I’m going on my other space

I’m taking off

You can’t follow me

Taking off

Into my brand new space

So shake it off

Try again next week

Taking off

You can’t follow me

These faces are dark

I lost interest in everything here

Let’s put our feelings on the table

Then stick our fingers down our throats and throw up

See, look at all these losers

Come on, we can do better than this

But since there’s nowhere to go

Just give me all your pocket drugs

I’m taking off

You can’t follow me

I’m taking off

On my brand new space

Shake it off

I’ll be back next week

Taking off

You can’t follow me