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 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 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! 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 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