Radiohead
A, E, Gbm
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop
You're killing yourself for recognition, killing yourself to never, ever stop
You've broken all the mirror You've turned it into something you are not
Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk
And all your insights fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you, when you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who spit at you, you will be the one, screaming out.