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Sky High Honey Lyrics
I bet you're laughing at some joke he told you
With his arm around your sunburnt shoulders
I spent the morning with my face against the window seat
Looking down at all the things that got the best of me
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I take the streetcars around San Francisco
Get winks from the pretty boys down in The Castro
Through the turnstiles roll, the Jappy girls and the shabby dolls
I can't resist myself, I get their names, I never call
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey
You wait too long, you never leave
And it feels like dying but still your heart beats
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey - gone
With his arm around your sunburnt shoulders
I spent the morning with my face against the window seat
Looking down at all the things that got the best of me
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
Get winks from the pretty boys down in The Castro
Through the turnstiles roll, the Jappy girls and the shabby dolls
I can't resist myself, I get their names, I never call
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey
And it feels like dying but still your heart beats
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey - gone
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I bet you're laughing at some joke he told you With his arm around your sunburn shoulders I spent the morning with my face against the window seat Looking down at all the things that got the best of me
He's clearly a bit jealous of his ex's new person. He's mulling over the regrets he has and what he could have done differently.
No more late night drives to Boston No more Cure songs to get lost in No more taxis, subway tokens Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
They had some great times but it's over now.
I take the streetcars around San Francisco Get winks from the pretty boys down in The Castro Through the turnstiles roll the chappy girls and the shabby dolls I can't resist myself, I get their names, I never call
He wants to feel loved or wanted again so he's trolling for attention but he's probably still not over his ex so he doesn't even bother with the numbers.
You wait too long, you never leave And it feels like dying but still your heart beats
Not sure if he's talking about her waiting and not leaving or himself, but clearly he's struggling with the loss and it's painful.