High Hopes

Everyday you went about your wandering
You never thought you would meet
A lover like your own

Sisyphus, he knew of this
He always craved companionship
A trophy boy with whom he could push his own

High, high
High hopes, high hopes
High, high, high hopes

Prometheus, the little shit
Could really use a giant piss
But he can't because he's cursed by all the gods
Fooled them with his charming grin
And then began a union
Of all his friends and unrelenting souls

With, High hopes
High hopes
High, high, high hopes

Their high, high, high hopes
High, high, high hopes

Call your mother, call your brother
Even if they don't answer the phone
Call your new friend, call the old one
Maybe you can talk about your old

High hopes, high hopes
High, high, high hopes



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor David Hansen, Trevor Hansen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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