Escape

I want to escape

I want to play a show

I don't wanna be here in this house no more

I want another hit

But it made me feel sick

Now I'm lying in my bed, fucking nauseous

Nauseous

I live a double life

It's hard to keep track

Sometimes I'm a rockstar

And sometimes I'm selling snacks

One week I am home

One week I'm on tour

But you'll for sure see me

Runnin' out the door

The door

Blisters on my fingers from playing guitar

Wherever you go, there you are

I can't seem to stop picking at scars

Wherever you go, there you...

I don't like being drunk

I don't like being high

But I keep doing it

I don't know why

I've made some mistakes

Oh, I can't deny

So they say, "I'm living life"

Life

You know, I don't see anyone asking anyone of any other profession except for artists

What their plan B is

Like, if you're gonna be a mathematician

No one asks you what your fucking plan B is

Even though, who knows what they do?

I don't know

Okay

Well, we need art to live and survive, but

I need a plan B

I do

Me

You know, I could really do without ever hearing that question ever again!

Wow

Blisters on my fingers from playing guitar

Wherever you go, there you are

I can't seem to stop picking at scars

Wherever you go, there you...

I've made some mistakes

Oh, I can't deny

So they say, "I'm living life"

I want to escape

I want to play a show

I don't want to be in this house no more

No more

No more

I, I want to escape