17 Dec 2010

High & Dry

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not

Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world
all sussed out

They're the ones who'll spit at you, you will be the one screaming out

Oh it's the best thing that you've ever, ever had
The best thing you've had has gone away

Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry




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