Sky High

Shattered at dawn, so far for so long
Feeling newly baptized
Thinking I don’t want this thing to end
and all the blue sky

Where our stony paths meet
Coffee-coloured sheets
Looking down at pale knees with a cigarette
and my morning beat under the blue sky

Last night at the bar, I was wrong, I was only hurting
And you were acting too polite
When we held onto the pain, through the storms and the rain
Like a crumpled, empty, discarded Newports box.

Ah, the blue sky
Ah, sky high

Lyrics By Ben Folds