Sunday, July 3

my escape

I’ve given up on giving up slowly,
I’m blending in so you won’t even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away

And I’ve been housing all this doubt
And insecurity

And I’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I’m going
Because

I've gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut
That I fell into by mistake
I've gotta get outta here
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
[They've] told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving

But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I’m going
Because

I've gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency
Is something I can’t shake, yeah
I've gotta get outta here
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can’t ask you to give what you already gave

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I’ve been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing
Where to go, promise I’m going
Because

I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut
That I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you to be my escape.

I fought you for so long
I should have let you in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were you

...So were you

2 comments:

Shamae. said...

I almost called you at their concert, but I couldn't hear the phone and I figured your mom would answer and hear this booming reliant K song and hang up then I would have wasted my minutes. MAN. that would have sucked.

But they were good.

Actually, I don't know - I was kind of... waiting for a better band to play. haaah. ahhh... yah. I thought of you! lol

that lisa girl said...

man, I hate you! you went to their concert! gosh... you should've called me anyways :P...