Lyrics:

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