You Don’t Get Me High Anymore - Phantogram, How To Dress Well

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 ___?

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