High Strung

And I don’t believe in pills Even though my back still kills Been that way since the day I crashed Can’t spot a van if you’re looking back I still get laid, some one-night stands Ten years ago I’d be the fucking man I still got abs, still hit the gym Got new jeans and they’re fitting slim Still got friends, still going out Whichever bar seems cool to post about Fresh cut, three weeks at most And 20/20, perfect for seeing ghosts And I don’t know if I believe that life’s just like this Sinking in the quicksand of the mistakes we make “I did, but I ain’t, fucked up,” I keep on saying despite this Scared all my next “I love you”s are gonna come out fake Who am I these days anyway? Nothing if not High strung today And I take sleeping pills Every night ‘cause I just can’t chill Head to pillow, time to crash Staring at the ceiling, looking back Love, where you at Not in the reflection staring back Been so long since I’ve seen her look Watch the game, read a book And I don’t know if I believe that life’s just like this Sinking in the quicksand of the mistakes we make “I did, but I ain’t, fucked up,” I keep on saying despite this Scared all my next “I love you”s are gonna come out fake Who am I these days anyway? Nothing if not High strung today High strung ‘cause we, yeah we don’t know what’s up