Lyrics How High - Michael Blume

How high can you count?
How far can you see?
How can I catch up?
Will you wait for me?
What does is taste like?
How does it feel?
What is it made of?
Do you think it's real?

You got a headstart
More head and more heart
More doors that turn for that urge's growing to [?]
Remember candy stores
Girlfriend's hands, the [?]
And countless romances, and middle school dances
A crazy advantage to advance the chances of love
I'm still in the backrow
It's more wack, I'm doing more blow
It's a dark path, I do a lot for show, man
I don't know man, I don't know

(When I get it right, I)
Question everything in sight
(When I get it right, I)
Doubt myself, this can't be right
(When I get it right, I)
Question what it feels too tight
When I get it right

How high can you count?
How far can you see?
How can I catch up?
Will you wait for me?
What does is taste like?
How does it feel?
What is it made of?
Do you think it's real?

Well at least the sun ain't don't lie to me, baby
She don't care
She got no distractions, she always takes action
She's always right there
Seems like the ones I let into me, baby
They don't care
They got a million distractions
Leave me with a fraction of my heart

I've been wondering for many years
After many tears and many beers
I got confirmation, these are real fears
I'm like an astronaut but I got no gear
Now you can ask me not to act whiny and shit
Put it behind me and shit
Just suck a dick and split
But I'm unprepared and I'm underserved
And it's my duty to recruit the youth with these words
She got swollen glands, they got wedding plans
Man, he's the man, I'll never be the man, man
So yeah, I'm actually kinda fucking pissed
You can put it on my list, a Christmas wish
Is there affirmative action for love,
Chance of a fraction of love,
A plan of action for these ones, these sums
'Cause [?] don't make the drop
Knock, knock, who's there, your favorite faggot

(When I get it right, I)
Question everything in sight
(When I get it right, I)
Doubt myself, this can't be right
(When I get it right, I)
Question what it feels too tight
When I get it right

How high can you count?
How far can you see?
How can I catch up?
Will you wait for me?
What does is taste like?
How does it feel?
What is it made of?
Do you think it's real?

Well at least the sun ain't don't lie to me, baby
She don't care
She got no distractions, she always takes action
She's always right there
Seems like the ones I let into me, baby
They don't care
They got a million distractions
Leave me with a fraction of my heart

How high can you count?
How far can you see?
How can I catch up?
Will you wait for me?
What does is taste like?
How does it feel?
What is it made of?
Do you think it's real?