High Life

Roll me up and smoke me in your living room
"I'm so sick and tired"
She cries as she crawls back into her homemade cocoon
Fumigate my lungs with that funny laugh
It's too bad that he chooses the high life
'Cause he drives in a lane that's too fast
Yeah, he knows I'm always an option
So I know I'll always come last

Pick me up and hang me like a little girl
It's too bad he's in love with the evening
Licks his wounds as he ties his loose ends
Yeah, I'll know if it's me or a night cap
I'm back to stranger again

An' I'll fumigate my lungs with that funny laugh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Why does she play the game if she knows she'll always come last?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, she knows she'll always come last
Ah-ah-ah, oh-oh
I know I'll always come last

Oh, so scared of the mundane
He wears you like a chain
I guess we're all the same
Just accessories to fame
He struggles with your name
And you say

"Wrap me up and take me, I'll go easily"
Say, "Each night's the same
We get in by name
An' I'm his by quarter to three"

I'll fumigate my lungs with that funny laugh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Why does she play the game if she knows she'll always come last?
Ah-ah-ah, oh
Yeah, she knows she'll always come last
Ah-ah-ah, oh-oh
I know I'll always come last



Credits
Writer(s): Fred Macpherson, Sophie May Jackson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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