Dashboard Confessional

Slip out the back before those
Handlers get to tight on you
I light my own fires now
I light my own fires now
Slip in this town like it was
Measured to fit right on you
We light our own fires now
We lead ourselves into the night
Oh yeah,
I don't think I'll be held inside an ordinary cell
Am I the escape or
Am I the escape artist?
I know,
I know it's just a question of details
Or one of,
Denial.
Could all of this trip wire
Cut so easy?
We'll just see
Cut the alarm before the
Motion sets off its sensors
We move in silence now
We guard our secrets with our lives
And cover our tracks so we are