Getaway - Braden Barrie

Is there a ghost in the room I’m sleeping in?

I swear to God there’s somebody who’s listening

I’ve been counting the spaces between my breaths

Trying to turn off the TV playing inside my head

There’s a light on the table beside my bed

Keep it on for when I wake up and I need to check my pulse again

It’s a nightmare enough, you can never see

Living with an open wound inside of me

I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away

Instead of constantly just wishing for some better days

I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way

To getaway, to getaway

I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away

Instead of constantly wishing, wishing for better days

I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way

To getaway, to getaway

Man, I wish that I played more shows

Man, I, man, I wish that I had more flow

I don’t wanna fix my problems, though

Cause I wouldn’t have a job if it wasn’t for ghosts

(Don't you think it’s kinda fucked up)

That the world isn’t getting any better

And every time I sing about it I feel like I’m underwater

Nobody can hear me talking

The voices in my head are getting louder and stronger

Can I pause it?

I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away

Instead of constantly just wishing for some better days

I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way

To getaway, to getaway

I wonder if I’m ever gonna fly away

Instead of constantly wishing, wishing for better days

I wonder if I’m ever gonna find a way

To getaway, to getaway

(Geta-getaway, to getaway, better days)

(Geta-getaway, to getaway)

(Geta-getaway, to getaway, better days)

(Geta-getaway, to g-)