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