[pre-Chorus: Amber Ferraro]

Tell the world it’s love to feel the high
And I’ve got a funny feeling
Holes that we make
Just destined to ache
All is fair so choose to feel the high

[Verse 1: Ezra Allen]

I live in expectation
Finding rock bottom has a basement
Delusions of the places I can go, no patience
Trouble with hearing half the time, Van Gogh
Ouch, my mutilations
Aren’t quite as physical, difficult to diagnose
Not visible when I take off my clothes
And I’ve learned I can do that well enough
I’m no longer bluffing but nothing is rushing
When it comes to loving I’m coming to conclusions and

the judging is flooding my mind
Standards are ruining me, behind closed doors
Settling old scores, always, asking, for more

But I don’t know where my illusions begin
Can read the lies that I’m living in
I can see that you're pretty and
I’ll exaggerate the rest or try my best

Or maybe this is genuine

[pre-Chorus: Amber Ferraro]

Tell the world it’s love to feel the high
And I’ve got a funny feeling
Holes that we make
Just destined to ache
All is fair so choose to feel the high

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I can dream of mice and men
I’ll move forward but wait for the bend
Self destructive trend

The rush of exchange, deranged
Lost in expectations i've arranged
It’s a high until it’s not and I’m lost in thought
Counter intuitive to advice I’ve supported
So well versed I could’ve taught it, but despite
It doesn’t apply well in the late night

I’m emotionally repressed at your expense
What I’m receiving, it’s intense
Do you see me through a blurred lense?
Don’t notice where the face ends
and the mind begins.
Better at dictating with a ballpoint pen

I’m watching furniture crash into walls
But you’re smiling and waiting
Do you like understand what you’re saying
Or ignoring the fire you’re playing with
Placed it in myth, amongst Arthur
I can't take it farther

[pre-Chorus: Amber Ferraro]

Tell the world it’s love to feel the high
And I’ve got a funny feeling
Holes that we make
Just destined to ache
All is fair so choose to feel the high

[Bridge: Ezra Allen]

I’m in my mind more and more
Floating through space I can’t find the floor
I’m sore and seeing through doors I’m not taking
I’m sure,
I’m not making, the most of my time
Breaking my soul not cross a line
Shaking I need to unwind
Open myself, realign
Come down to earth
No more alpine

[Chorus]