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.