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 till 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