I knew that this high would end
It was going on for far too long
And knowing my luck
It was bound to end soon

Now I sit here outside
In this rusty old couch
Wishing to rewind the unwinding clock
And see if I could feel the high once again

But that is far too easy
Of course, life has got to be one convoluted mess
There can’t can’t be twists without any turns
Or any angel without it’s horns

The break I’ve been yearning for
Has long been over
Now I must sit here with this crooked frown
With nothing but that high putting me down