High All The Time

High all the time
And no one looks to me
Like they’ve come here to see
My eyes that are burnt and blind

Clear it away
This grease that’s on my highs
The light slips past too easily
And burns into my eyes

The crowd screamed “Jump!”
Grade B movies inside my head
Waiting for their moment to come
Don’t they know it’s already dead?

What could I hide?
I’m the world you walk around
Just a camera taking photographs
On a film that I can’t find

Noo, I can't find, Noo-o-o
I-I-I, I can't find, No, No-o-o

High all the time