Stale air will bring a stale me:

Im leaving, Im gone. Gotta go get my move on, I've been hanging here for days. Accept my resignation, give me my cheque. Please understand this will be the last peck, on your, your lips. I checked the weather forecast, not a cloud in the sky. My bags are all packed now and you wonder why, were a roller coaster, you're a roller coaster I swear.

And we cant afford the rent, this loves all but spent. I can barely sleep the night, dreaming about brand new spaces and brand new faces, yeah. Dreaming about brand new spaces and brand new faces, yeah.