Comfortable High Lyrics by Drew Sarich
One, two, three, go
What was it you were trying to tell me?
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One, two, three, go
What was it you were trying to tell me?
One, two, three
Mhm-mhm
Time on my hands
And wine on my top
In this light
All of my answers seem like the right ones
Tranquill and clean
Until you drown me in my daydreams
Soft, fragrant, and composed
Oh, you were born the deadliest of roses
Show me you’re worthless and washed up and poor
The hearts that welcomed you open no more
Rising up
Back on the street
Hey
Pain on those jet black jeans and pray