Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Ich Will Hier Raus

I’ve recognized myself in you
I don’t mean that as a compliment
Did you think I go to the country
Where everyone knows me?

A bit of nicotine, a nice word
And you already fall to your knees
What you’re missing now
Is the lack of empathy

I want to get out of here, I want to get out of here …

The colors ran and the picture’s hanging crooked
The artist loses himself in the subjunctive already
The muse smelled good, but was stillborn
Because becoming fond is half-losing

I wrap you around my little toe
And you’re already appearing in negligé
It went so well, but now that’s it
Where’s the dove? Where’s the roof?

I want to get out of here, I want to get out of here …

You burned yourself on me
What’s left for me is sympathy
You just eat out of my hand
I don’t want you, I don’t know how

I want to get out of here, I want to get out of here …