| I feel a little troubled in my head |
| Some days you say we’re better off dead |
| Well I say we’re better off in bed |
| Pumped up like veins filled with lead |
| Yeah, you were my crutch, my poison |
| The sickness that I’ve chosen |
| The high that keeps me rolling to a better place |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| But I know you always leave with the rising sun |
| Guess I never had it better, never had it worse |
| Felt condemned to you like I was ridden with a curse |
| And nothing could save me cause there wasn’t a cure |
| This was our crutch, our poison |
| The sickness that we’ve chosen |
| The high that kept us rolling to a better place |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| But I know you always leave with the rising sun |
| I just wanted to know if it’s enough |
| I just wanted to know it was enough |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| So baby what’s next? |
| Maybe I was wrong |
| I’ve been flying high with you for too long |
| And I wish it was love |
| But I know you always leave with the rising sun |