Travel Elsewhere Lyrics

I need to escape now

I need to escape now

I need to escape now

Take your travels elsewhere, find a place where my troubles melt there

Take your travels elsewhere, what I'm told to aid my welfare

Take your travels elsewhere, I'm too far to see how close getting well is

Take your travels elsewhere, take your, take your travels elsewhere

Take your travels to elsewhere, because I feel trapped, it's unfair

If you could feel my back, the pressure

Yet I can't relax, but I do in fact study more than a class semester

How you react to bad professors knowing that they'll be my first detester

I got to see, got to feed my curiosity and feel alive and then

But if I got to choose to eat or sleep, I guess Ima have to close my eyes again

What dream can be stalled when I'm thinking 'bout it being around it almost like everyday

Thought my wishing could save the date or save the day

In the shine, rain falls upon my feet, almost like I'm back home

One less thing to call my own, childish me, I should've known

Can't seem to decide my fate

Can't seem to rewrite my page

Can't seem to defy my rage

Last thing I want is for my dreams to cast away

Lie afloat long enough to lead my path astray

Lie to myself, affirming this moment is just a task delay

Systematic, all my habits; Automatic, Hard to manage, no

It's more problematic, I think; It's cinematic, those things

Melodramatic my dreams, monochromatic It stays

Seems cytostatic in this state with no vital vatic, I'm emphatic, It's Axiomatic, No way

If I'm Castaway, I'm half awake

Half afraid my intuition half a world away

Pass the day, or matinee, my dreams still discount the price a person has to pay

Did I get all I could take, no way

My mind wines, what's my signs, who knows more

You know I got tassels on my back

You know one misstep or two quick lefts could have me more so trapped

You know I look back, more so in fact, to remember what I lacked

I got to take these steps, how I take the stress and make sure take myself back

Back to the dip in the van, woah

Back to the doors without handles

Back to days I was stuck in my ways

Back when I took on the mantle

Back to the promise that strays away

Back to the nights filled with candles

Back to the times I was filled with rage and the years in shambles

I've done lived in fear too long, residing myself in dreams, knowing

That believing in them is wrong, especially is they only last to the morning

Can't take my travels elsewhere when they only go as far as my head

If I really want to take my travels elsewhere, I have to do something different instead