From A Closet In Norway (You+Me)

I would rather be any place but here Spin the bottle or roll the dice my dear Cause I can't care I can't seem to break my phone It seems I would rather be any place at all So if the world is round, now why can't we have everything? Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, killing me I remember when, wind would make me cry I remember when, wasn't afraid to die I wish I'd never, never fallen in love So take this soul I sold I'm going back in time So if the world is round, now why can't we have everything? Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me, killing me, oh they're killing me Seems the dying are the only ones That really know how to live It seems the dying are the only ones That really know how to live Seems the dying are the only ones That really know how to live It seems the dying are the only ones That really know how to live