Dry

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?

Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop

You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never, ever stop

You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation, you'll be the one who cannot talk

All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still

make love

They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all

sussed out

They're the ones who'll spit on you, you'll be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Oh, it's the best thing that you ever had, the best thing that you ever,

ever had.

It's the best thing that you ever had, the best thing you have had has gone

away.

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Don't leave me high,

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry