Good Life The Some Bullshit Escape Lyrics

Some Bullshit Escape Lyrics

i called in sick for work

"the fever's getting worse."

"there's a lot of that goin' round."

i packed a duffle bag

with some clothes from the attic

it's getting colder in the evenings

i hocked my pocket watch

and a couple old guitars

i could hardly stand to play them

i drew all my savings out

closed my bank account

and stuck my money in the glove box



i drove away on monday

i couldn't say where i was going to

it was just something i had to do

i was bored of it by thursday

driving aimlessly down aimless interstates

searching for cues-yeah, for you



and i don't know where you are...

i guess i haven't looked too hard

i think i'm afraid i might find you

is it special where you are?

i bet i'll never find you out

there's a lot of that goin' 'round