The High

You sit behind my tongue like sweet champagne
Voice lingers in my head, that bitter refrain
I take another sip, admittedly in vain
Respectable, perhaps, because it numbs the pain

Your fingertips are laced like they're made of glass
That thinly slice in cuts to which I adapt
Your eyes grab like a starry faced thunderclap
Suck me further into bliss feeding little trap

Bruise me once, now you've done it again
Hit me twice, I don't even know my name
Cut me three times, ay ay

I love the high
I crave the high
I love the high
I crave the high

Ooh, ooh

Bash my heart into tomato paste
Rip the hair from my head, paint on my face
Reidentify the correct time and place
Could this be what you meant when you told me 'grace'?

Slam me four times against the wall
We're both laughing at the irony of it all
Five times, is that how much I've taken?
Feel free to correct me, I could be mistaken

Bruise me once, now you've done it again
Hit me twice, I don't even know my name
Cut me three times, ay ay, I love the

I must have forgotten, I haven't a clue
For all that you've done to me, what did I do to you?

(I love the, I love the...)

I must have forgotten, I haven't a clue
For all that you've done to me, what did I do to you?

I love the high
I crave the high
I love the high
I crave the high

I love the high
I crave the high
I love the high
I crave the high