Getaway

Is there a ghost in the room I’m sleeping in?
I swear to God there’s somebody who’s listening
I’ve been counting the spaces between my breaths
Trying to turn off the TV playing inside my head
There’s a light on the table beside my bed
Keep it on for when I wake up and I need to check my pulse again
It’s a nightmare enough, you can never see
Living with an open wound inside of me
I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away
Instead of constantly just wishing for some better days
I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way
To getaway, to getaway
I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away
Instead of constantly wishing, wishing for better days
I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way
To getaway, to getaway
Man, I wish that I played more shows
Man, I, man, I wish that I had more flow
I don’t wanna fix my problems, though
Cause I wouldn’t have a job if it wasn’t for ghosts
(Don't you think it’s kinda fucked up)
That the world isn’t getting any better
And every time I sing about it I feel like I’m underwater
Nobody can hear me talking
The voices in my head are getting louder and stronger
Can I pause it?
I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away
Instead of constantly just wishing for some better days
I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way
To getaway, to getaway
I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away
Instead of constantly wishing, wishing for better days
I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way
To getaway, to getaway
(Geta-getaway, to getaway, better days)
(Geta-getaway, to getaway)
(Geta-getaway, to getaway, better days)
(Geta-getaway, to g-)