I don't think I'd tell you, given the chance,
I'm planning my escape but you don't even notice,
our lives are unravelling and we're not caring.

As something ends, something new begins,
you told me it was okay but I never believed you,
and now you're standing there with flowers in your hands,
and they're only wild flowers,
and I'm planning my escape but you don't even notice.

We're listening to music but we can't hear the words,
I want out of this innocence and into reality,
but you're singing sad songs and you don't know the meaning.

As something ends, something new begins,
and I'm leaving and I'm swearing and you're still not caring,
and we've changed for the worse or the better.

As something ends, something new begins,
and we won't even notice when this all disappears.

I'm planning my escape.