Postmodern Jukebox - High and dry

^CmTwo jumps in a week, I bet you ^Ebthink that's pretty clever, do^Bbn't you boy? F^Cmlying on your motorcycle ^EbWatching all the ground ben^Bbeath you drop

^CmKill yourself for recognition ^EbKill yourself to never ^Bbever stop You ^Cmbroke another mirror You're ^Ebturning into something you are ^Bbnot

Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbdry Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbdry

^Ebmaj7Drying up in conversation You will be the one who ^Bbmaj7cannot talk^Bb A^Ebmaj7ll your insides fall to pieces ^EbYou just sit there wishing you could still ^Bbmake love ^D

^EbThey're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world ^Bball sussed out ^Ebmaj7They're the ones who'll spit at you ^EbYou'll be the one screa^Bbming out

Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbmaj7dry Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbdry

N.C.

Oh, it's the best thing that you ever had The best thing you ever, ever had It's the ^Cmbest thing that you ever had The ^Ebbest thing you have had is ^Bbgone away

Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbdry Don't leave me ^Ebhigh Don't leave me ^Bbdry ^BbDon't leave me ^EbDon't leave me^Bb Don't leave me ^Ebhigh

N.C.

Don't leave me dry