you must not love to hate

you must not take the bait

and learn to hit delete

you'd say the same thing to me

rent's high

and the war's on

and it's last call

even your friends lok worried

my friends think you're smart

we think you're super-fine



but it's high time

i mean it's high tide

aka a fine line, inside



stop smoking those cigarettes, baby

next time it's your turn to save me

splash some water on your little face cos

you're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess!



you must not roll your eyes

you should not often lie

how could you ever say

that your friends won't be there

it's a long walk on a cold night

when you wanna fight

over some day-old drama

you used to make us laugh

we want the old you back



cos it's high time

i mean it's high tide

aka a fine line, inside



stop smoking those cigarettes, baby

next time it's your turn to save me

splash some water on your little face cos

you're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess!



this island where we live without a/c

is the city where we learn about painting

it was the title of the mix-tape you gave me

not where we're from but the topic of daydreams

let's take a tour of the bathrooms you cried in

for break-ups, bad lucks, shock of the lost twins



the horizon's like a ship in flames tonight

you say you just don't know

if you can take this city

cos the rent's high

and the war's on

and it's last call

even your friends look worried

my friends all think you're smart

we think you're super-fine



but it's high time

i mean it's high tide

aka a fine line, inside



stop smoking those cigarettes, baby

next time it's your turn to save me

splash some water on your little face cos

you're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess!