I’m not much for following through
I’m surprised I finished this thought
this thought of you and what I can’t do
could never escape my mind

Now it can’t be all of my fault
you could come around one of these days
still I’m left to thing of the ways
I’m gonna spend my lonely weekend

And take the highs with the lows
but you’re so closed and composed
when you walk by, I know
you been looking high
looking low

Fear and love and reason all
add up to not much sense
think I’ll run it again by my friend
to see if I’m not going crazy

I’m losing all my composure
hell, I’ve never felt this great
if you think it’s smart to wait now
then honey it could be too late

To take the highs with the lows,
but you’re so closed and composed
when you walk by, I know
you been looking high
looking low

I get high, when I’m low
it’s all I know
it never shows
when you walk by
I cry
hello
high/low

I get high, when I’m low
I get high, when I’m low
I get high, when I’m low
I get high, then I get high

I’m not much for following through
I’m surprised I finished this thought
this thought of you and what I can’t do
could never escape my mind

© 2004 Imaginary Troubadour Music