Testo Hundred Mile High

I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white
I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice
Cold as ice, hot and bothered, co-dependent, just like my father
Farther gone but getting closer to smelling that lovely white aroma

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

I take too much and panic, if I run out, I would fall I'm disturbed and overrated, yeah, I can't seem to find the calm
And I can hear the police knocking, I could swear they're barging in
But it's just me, myself and I, and all these voices in my head

Please kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive
I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight
She won't meet in the middle, but without her, I might die
So I'll walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Remember me so I won't forget
That I need a line to call all my friends
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick

Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick
Ah-oh, and it makes me sick

(Why can't I love on something
Unless it makes me sick)

Thickets thorns the briar patch
A Winter storm, the fire's ash
I contemplate my choices, knowing
Damn well, I ain't fine
Through these alleyways and cul-de-sacs
For a can of worms and cognac
I'd walk a thousand miles to hit that hundred-mile-high

So cold that I could see my breath
Floating down your silhouette
That choke hold that I can't resist
No, I can't love on something
Unless it makes me sick