Getaway - Becky Baeling, Dave Audé

I cannot be what you want me to

I think its sad that you ask this of me

All of the time i try so hard to please

I know its bad

Getaway, getaway, no ones making sense again

Getaway, getaway, losing myself once again

Getaway, getaway, messing with my head again

Getaway, getaway, no ones ever asking much of you

Well i don’t too

I fell from you and all the things we had

This time we’re done there’s nothing left for us

Please drive away and never turn around

This life is gone