Two jumps and a weeki bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boyflying on your motorcyclewatching all the ground beneath you dropkill yourself for recognitionkill yourself to never ever stopyou broke another mirroryou're turning into something you are notdon't leave me high, don't leave me drydon't leave me high, don't leave me drydrying up in conversation you will be the one who cannot talkall your insides fall in peicesyou just sat there wishing you could still make lovethey're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world allsussed outthey're the once who'll spit at youyou'll be the one screaming outdon't leave me high, don't leave me drydon't leave me high, don't leave me dryits the best thing that you ever had, the best thing you ever, ever hadits the best thing that you ever had, the best thing you have had is goneawaydon't leave me high, don't leave me dry (x4)