I want to escape I want to play a show I don't wanna be here in this house no more I don't want another hit But it made me feel sick Now I'm lying in 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 Running 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 made some mistakes 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. Ok But we need art to live and survive but I need the plan B. I do. Me You know I could really go 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 wanna be In this house No more No more No more
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