escape.

You were my escape, I made all these tapes

Recorded all these songs, now I hate those songs

I was doing bad, now I'm doing great

I don't feel rejected, but I don't feel accepted

Sometimes I run away to the thoughts in my head

So when I get a headache, baby, I need head

And if the bread break, at least it's not my heart

I know I'm thinking dark, but you had me from the start

You were my escape,

I made all these tapes Recorded all these songs, now I hate those

songs