Escape

[Verse 1]
I want to escape
I want to play a show
I don't want to be here in this house no more
I want another hit
But it made me feel sick
Now I'm lying in my bed
Fuckin' nauseous
Nauseous

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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 doin' it
I don't know why
I've made some mistakes
Oh, I can't deny
So they say, I'm "living life"
Life

[Spoken]
"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. But 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."

[Chorus]
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 here in this house no more
No more
No more
I want to escape