Next High

When I was little I had some dreams I see them breaking down by old, old money I know I got it good, I can't really complain I should be grateful but I'm restless And onto the next The next The next High I feel the sunshine weigh on my skin I lift my hands up, but my mind keeps sinking I'm filled up with regrets, how can I turn back time And if I could would I be stronger Oh I wonder Does it all even matter at all? Does it all even matter at all? And onto the next The next The next High And onto the next The next The next High