Ah...
paixões...
You Don’t Get Me High Anymore
Phantogram
I don't like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
from a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody's on something here
My God's saying chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it's takes four
You don't get me high anymore
Runnin' through emergency rooms
Between walls and ceiling fans
My head's saying, sell the fan, let's escape
Man I am faking it the best that I can
It's Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I'm crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
With the way I feel
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it's takes four
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
You don't get me high anymore
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don't get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it's takes four
You don't get me high anymore
(High anymore)
(You don't get me, you don't get me high anymore)
You don't get me high anymore
(High anymore)
(You don't get me, you don't get me high anymore)
You don't get me high anymore
