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Hundred Mile High

Lyrics of Hundred Mile High by Cameron Whitcomb

Verse

I take ski trips in August, and she′s wearing linen white

I'm forgiving all my foes ′cause I ain't ever been this nice

Cold as ice, hot and bothered

Co-dependent, just like my father

Father gone, but getting closer

To smelling that lovely bi-diploma, please

Pre-chorus

Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive

I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight

She won′t meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die

So I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high

Chorus

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That chokehold that I can′t resist

No, I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Chorus

Remember me so I won′t forget

That I need a line to call all my friends

That chokehold that I can't resist

No, I can′t love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Verse

I took too much and panicked

If I'd run out, I would fall

I′m disturbed and overrated

Yeah, I can't seem to find the calm

And I can hear the police knocking

I can swear they're barging in

But it′s just me, myself and I

And all these voices in my head, please

Pre-chorus

Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive

I′ll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight

She won't meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die

So, I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high

Chorus

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That chokehold that I can′t resist

No, I can't love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Chorus

Remember me so I won′t forget

That I need a line to call all my friends

That chokehold that I can't resist

No, I can′t love on something

Unless it makes me sick

Verse

Why can't I love on something unless it makes me sick?

Oh, and it makes me sick

(I can't love on something unless it makes me sick)

Bridge

Thicket′s thorn, the brighter patches

Winter storm, the fire is ash

I kinda played my choices, knowing damn well I am fine

To these alleyways and cul-de-sacs

From a can of worms and cognac

I′ll walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high

Outro

So cold that I could see my breath

Floating down your silhouette

That chokehold that I can't resist

No, I can′t love on something

Unless it makes me sick