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 night cap I'm back to stranger again An' I'll fumigate my lungs with that funny laugh Oh-oh-oh-oh Why does she play the game if she knows she'll always come last? Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, she knows she'll always come last Ah-ah-ah, oh-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 An' I'm his by quarter to three" I'll fumigate my lungs with that funny laugh Oh-oh-oh-oh Why does she play the game if she knows she'll always come last? Ah-ah-ah, oh Yeah, she knows she'll always come last Ah-ah-ah, oh-oh I know I'll always come last