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letra de highs and lows - prolyphic

[verse 1]
it has its highs and its lows
the goodbyes and the lows
i put my feelings to the side and on hold
to the side of the road where nothing grows
it just dies and everyone goes by
what they’re told rubbernecks can’t cry so they drive slow
with curious eyes to my show
i’m coughing up my insides and exposed what i’ve been trying to hide
behind closed
my skin and bones are nothing but run ’em up
and i’ve been thinking about love since i was 5 years old
and it hurts for you to see me like this
weak and lifeless
why do you treat me like sh-t
another dead beaten white kid
and i buy you roses
size the rope if you decide to
throw this away cuz it’ll survive with the vultures who can’t die
i suppose it’s the oldest tricks taught by dogs to men cuz in the end we all play dead
and roll over in our graves to play pens
cuz books are love that written whats this to play with pens
who take offense and just sit on their hands
and its like i’m a bad shot when it comes to games of chance
and i rain dance just to see the wheels spin again
cuz you’re always the cowboy and i’m always the indians

[hook]
it has it’s highs and it’s lows
it has it’s highs and it’s lows
it has it’s high ha high’s
it has it’s low la low’s
it has it’s high ha high’s
it has it’s low la low’s

[verse 2]
cuz it’s hallow jack that makes my globe flat
and my road map, yo when i go back
to follow my tracks
misguided trip wired
pain slipped in fire sick and tired
point the finger when the trigger misfires
cuz i caught karma tho looking in the horoscope
and cut my hands picking up the pieces once my heart broke
cuz the bloods on my hands
and the love’s on my sleeves
cuz nothings what it means
and nothings what it seems

[bridge]
and i’m high enough to see the sky isn’t blue
i’m high enough to fly if i wanted to
i’m high enough to think it’s just me and you
but low enough to realize it won’t come true

cuz the truth hurts the proof is in the nerves
in my stomach pains i get that i mistake for hungers
cuz i can play with numbers and see that 1 is the loneliest
but even with a 100 in crowds i’m still alone and it’s
my own elixir hone your pitcher keep em closer quick enough for me to feel it hold it, sh-t gets to the point
when there’s no middle ground
and i can’t tell if i’m falling of floating
or if i’m going up or down
if i’m going up or down
if i’m going up or down

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