I would rather be any place
but here
Spin the bottle
or roll the dice my dear
'Cause I can't care
I can't seem to break my fall
It seems I would rather
be any place at all
So if the world is round now
why can't we have everything
'Cause the highs are so high
these lows are killing me
killing me killing me
I remember when wind
would make me cry
I remember when wasn't afraid
to die
I wish I'd never
never fallen in love
So take this soul I sold
I'm going back in time
So if the world is round now
why can't we have everything
'Cause the highs are so high
these lows are killing me
killing me oh they're killing me
Seems the dying are the only ones
that really know how to live
It seems the dying
are the only ones
that really know how to live
Seems the dying are the only ones
that really know how to live
It seems the dying
are the only ones
that really know how to live