Intro: 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