Escape artist

Well, baby, I thought it just got easier til that guilt fades out into a ghost under their beds, but that empty heat won't let you sleep, so you've been trying to burn it out, but you still can't seem to stop freezing, and this time you're shaking next to me. But baby, it just dulls the pain of that constant ache that you can't explain. There's still that fear that you won't name, there's still that truth that you can't face. So you can't burn it out, you'll never burn it out. Yeah, you can't burn it out cuz there's nothing there. Oh, it was never there. It's just your clothes torn on the floor at two a.m., and you start to feel sick when you finally see it. Yeah, you can leave, but you never tried, and you say, "Baby, I've come back to you again, don't you wanna ask where I've been?" Baby, no, I don't. Baby, no, I don't. It's too late to be tragic, it's just another hole in your fabric, so baby, no, I don't. Baby, no, I don't, I just know you're an escape artist now, so I'll never need to know how. But baby, it just dulls the pain of that constant ache that you can't explain. There's still that fear that you won't name, there's still that truth that you can't face. So you can't burn it out, you'll never burn it out. Yeah, you can't burn it out cuz it was never there. There's nothing there, oh, it was never there. Baby, there's nothing there, it was never there.