Escapism. - Live at the Royal Albert Hall

The man that I love—
The man that—
The man that I love sat me down last night
And he told me that it's over, dumb decision
Ladies and gentlemen
Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him
All of my diamonds are drippin' on him
I met him at the bar, it was twelve or somethin'
I ordered two more wines 'cause tonight, I want him

A little context if you care to listen
I find myself in a shit position
The man that I love sat me down last night
And he told me that it's over, (dumb decision)
And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin'
In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin'
And I'm out on the town with a simple mission
In my little black dress and this shit is

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels six inch
In the back of the nightclub, (sippin' champagne)
I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with
In the back of the taxi (sniffin' cocaine)
Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex
I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page
Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar
To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night
I don't wanna feel how I did last night
(Doctor, doctor) anything, please
(Doctor, doctor) have mercy on me
Take this pain away
You're askin' me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna

Toke this joint how I'm blowin' this steam
Back to my ways like 2019
Not twenty-four hours since my ex did
I got a new man on me, it's about to get
Last night really was the cherry on the cake
Been some dark days lately and I'm findin' it (cripplin')
Excuse my state, I'm as high as your hopes
That you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and (sizzlin')
If I take a step back to see the glass half-full
At least it's the Prada two-piece that I'm trippin' in
London, and I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean?
So you might as well

Just a heart broke bitch, high heels six inch
In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne
I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with
In the back of the taxi sniffin' cocaine
Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex
I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page
Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar
To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways

'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night
No, I don't wanna feel how I did last night
(Doctor, doctor) anything, please
(Doctor, doctor) have mercy on me
You're askin' me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna

I don't wanna feel how I did last night
I don't wanna feel how I did last night
How I did, how I did, how I did last ni-ni-ni-ni-night
Yeah, the song is nearly over, but it's not done yet
Are you ready? Two, one, two, three, jump!
Hey, hey

Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art
I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the, hey
Speedin' down the highway, sippin'
I'm mixin' pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these
I left everyone I love on read, uh
Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed
I remember nothing so there's nothing to regret
Other than this 4-4 kick drum poundin' in my head
And Royal Albert, how would it feel to lit this fucking place
Would you make some noise, hit me one more time
Oh my godness, what?
Heritage Orchestra, ladies and gentlemen
The Flames Collective, ladies and gentlemen
Congrat these ladies and gentlemen
Thank you so, I will never forget this moment
As long as I live, I will never forget this night
I will never forget this night, I love you so much, thank you
Let's go
Anna Lapwood on the organ, ladies and gentlemen
Anna Lapwood on the organ



Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Agatha Keen, Michael Harris Sabath, Danielle Balbuena, Pete Clements, Tom Richards
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