High And Dry

Professional Murder Music

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 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
 Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
 Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
 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 ever had has gone away