Better Off High

Bless that medicine
For bringing 'round
That click in your head
Better off high than dead

When you are stripped bare
When you have settled your affairs
Dressed in white
Like a bride or a new believer

Holding a handful of dimes
What else can we try?
What else can we try?

It's all that's left for us
When you are back on the line
The lost stillness in your mind
Almost deceives me

And all of this tedious talk
It's cheap
It's easy

Holding a handful of dimes
What else can we try?
It's all that's left for us
Anyway
Anyway, oh, oh

Get some pills, put a piece on me
And it still feels like there are hooks in me
When the silence turns up to cursing me

Bless that medicine
For bringing 'round
That click in your head
Better off high than dead



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford, Blake Matthew Simon Mills
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