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 will 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 at you
You will 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...
It's the best thing
that you've ever had
The best thing that
you've ever, ever had
It's the best thing
that you've 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