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