Lyrics

Okay. So certain details may have been changed to protect identities But otherwise the events that follow, are 100 percent, completely true I am glad I found someone as messed up as I am It lets me get away with things Arguing with gobshites in loud rooms Of crowded powder You met me at a strange time in my life It was almost always 6AM But you picked me up, dusted me off And blew me from your open palm into the stars Is someonе up there pulling strings? Nevеr forget me, you met me down and out Cos it's not just angels that need their wings They said we were deadbeats, you met me down and out So it's just… Me, you, the man in the moon Your 'White Pony' tattoo and 99 dead balloons She says: "Go grab the blue bags from the fridge Let's go up to the rooftop, and scratch that itch" She laughs and smiles as she says "You're so different round your friends… Guess this is where the story ends." We pull the empty bags down on our heads Tie the handles up like bunny ears When each bag catches on the breeze And it takes us up… Up above the rooftops and the shuttered shops We survey the sinking city Till the exes and the whys are all just bruises on the map We're soaring away Escaping the day Tearing holes in the cloud For all the people we let down Down… Down… Down… Pulling strings Never forget me, you met me down and out Cos it's not just angels That need their wings They said we were deadbeats, you met me down and out And I love this life too much… Thank god it stings You met me down and out. No When I'm way up high, losing touch… Thank god it stings You met me down and out