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