Puddle of Mudd
Out Of My Head what is wrong with all my friendsI know that I am unlike themjust another situationdon’t hold me back
I don’t look good to them
They always act so dirtythey keep themselves so cleanwhy can’t they find the answersto the questions that are right in front of meI’m so high, I’m never low
I’ll hold the sky, never letting go
Let it gono ones ever listeningthe lines are crossed somewhere betweenmy head is spinning like a top
I don’t know when this shit is going to stop
you fill my cup, I’m good to goso shake me up
I’m so high, I’m never lowI’ll hold the sky, and I’m never letting go