High Life

Roll me up and smoke me
In your living room
I'm so sick and tired, she cries
As she crawls back into her homemade cocoon
Fumigate my lungs
With that funny laugh
It's too bad that he chooses the high life
'Cause he drives in a lane that's too fast

Yeah
He knows I'm always an option
So I know I'll always come last

Pick me up and hang me
Like a little girl
It's too bad he's in love with the evening
Licks his wounds as he ties his loose ends

Yeah
I'll know if it's me or a nightcap
I'm back to a stranger again

Oh, fumigate my lungs
With that funny laugh
Oh, why does she play the game
If she knows she'll always come last?
Oh, yeah
She knows she'll always come last
Oh, I know I'll always come last

Oh, so scared of the mundane
He wears you like a chain
I guess we're all the same
Just accessories to fame
He struggles with your name

And you say
Wrap me up and take me
I'll go easily
Say: Each night's the same
We get in by name
And I'm his by quarter to three

Oh, fumigate my lungs
With that funny laugh
Oh, why does she play the game
If she knows she'll always come last?
Oh, yeah
She knows she'll always come last
Oh, I know I'll always come last