The great escape we never got to make
Candlelight days, driving home late 
From Pasadena
Asked if I was ready to say I loved you then,
Said I suppose I am, I think I did but knew it wasn't right, no
And I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more 
I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more
A ghost with taste
Stealing nothing more than a piece of me before
left over pain and score
So afraid I stayed up all night
made sure I was high, kissed you in the morning
right beside her.
And I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more
And I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more
I won’t be around no more
Asked if I was ready to say I loved you then
Said I suppose I am, I think I did but knew it wasn't right, no