New Highs / New Lows

A broken down renegade lying Lying through your teeth I guess it doesn't really matter much anyway As long as you're lying Lying next to me Thirty years old, still running Running out of time There's nowhere left to run to anyhow As long as I'm staying Staying in this house Storms keep coming The doors are closing on the youth you're holding Holding onto The hope that something Something you did meant anything at all New highs, new lows I haven't been myself here lately A stranger in your house You never really knew me much anyway So I keep on lying Lying next to you Storms keep coming The doors are closing on the youth you're holding Holding onto The hope that something Something you did meant anything at all New highs, new lows