Lyrics: Erik Yttersson
Music: Andrew Jack
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
I'm looking for answers, I could use a helping hand
I don't wanna talk to nobody, talk to Percocets instead
I'm a junkie with some money, what the **** you expect?
Uh, rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
I'm living too fast
Escaping all my problems in a getaway cab
Everybody telling me it's not that bad
But it's that bad, it's that bad
I'm shitfaced, running through my head, I think I died
Oh no wait, baby, I'm here, I'm still alive
My mistakes caused a social suicide
That's why nowadays I don't ever go outside
Problem after problem, pill after pill
Kiss after kiss and thrill after thrill (Thrill after thrill)
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
I wonder if you feel the way these pills feel
I wonder if you feel the way I feel
Maybe you don't but still
Maybe you won't, I will
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day
Running away from problems
I can't help it but I guess I'm getting better at the end of the day