Wednesday, April 17, 2013

High and 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

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,
you’ll 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 on you,
you’ll be the one screaming out

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

Oh, it’s the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing that you ever, ever had.
It’s the best thing that you ever had,
the best thing you have had has gone away.

Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Don’t leave me high,
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry

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