The Hold Steady Follow

All your favorite movies, they ain't all that funny
If you ain't that high and I ain't that high
All your favorite books, they wouldn't seem so well written
If you were just a little bit more well read

Jack Kerouac is dead, he drank himself to death
I just ain't that high

All your favorite songs wouldn't seem so sad
If you weren't so depressed
Elliott Smith seems like a mess to me
And you cry way too easily

The things that make you high
Will make you die

I went to your party and your party was got clever
I put a milk crate on my head and surrendered in the corner
Some borderline whore asked me how I'm liking California
I just cried

I saw you making eyes at some quite, gorgeous guy
Look a little closer because he's covered in flies
You're hot but you're fried, you're cool but you're iced out
You know exactly what I'm talking about

The things that make you high will make you die
The crack has got you slipping through the cushions of the couch
Dilaudids got your head like a howling haunted house
She said, "It's my party and I'll die if I want to
You would too if it happened to you"