Travel Elsewhere Video (MV)

I need to escape now
I need to escape now
I need to escape now
Take your travels elsewhere, find a place where my troubles melt there
Take your travels elsewhere, what I'm told to aid my welfare
Take your travels elsewhere, I'm too far to see how close getting well is
Take your travels elsewhere, take your, take your travels elsewhere
Take your travels to elsewhere, because I feel trapped, it's unfair
If you could feel my back, the pressure
Yet I can't relax, but I do in fact study more than a class semester
How you react to bad professors knowing that they'll be my first detester
I got to see, got to feed my curiosity and feel alive and then
But if I got to choose to eat or sleep, I guess Ima have to close my eyes again
What dream can be stalled when I'm thinking 'bout it being around it almost like everyday
Thought my wishing could save the date or save the day
In the shine, rain falls upon my feet, almost like I'm back home
One less thing to call my own, childish me, I should've known
Can't seem to decide my fate
Can't seem to rewrite my page
Can't seem to defy my rage
Last thing I want is for my dreams to cast away
Lie afloat long enough to lead my path astray
Lie to myself, affirming this moment is just a task delay
Systematic, all my habits; Automatic, Hard to manage, no
It's more problematic, I think; It's cinematic, those things
Melodramatic my dreams, monochromatic It stays
Seems cytostatic in this state with no vital vatic, I'm emphatic, It's Axiomatic, No way
If I'm Castaway, I'm half awake
Half afraid my intuition half a world away
Pass the day, or matinee, my dreams still discount the price a person has to pay
Did I get all I could take, no way
My mind wines, what's my signs, who knows more
You know I got tassels on my back
You know one misstep or two quick lefts could have me more so trapped
You know I look back, more so in fact, to remember what I lacked
I got to take these steps, how I take the stress and make sure take myself back
Back to the dip in the van, woah
Back to the doors without handles
Back to days I was stuck in my ways
Back when I took on the mantle
Back to the promise that strays away
Back to the nights filled with candles
Back to the times I was filled with rage and the years in shambles
I've done lived in fear too long, residing myself in dreams, knowing
That believing in them is wrong, especially is they only last to the morning
Can't take my travels elsewhere when they only go as far as my head
If I really want to take my travels elsewhere, I have to do something different instead