In typical cliche form, what goes up ^ must come down v. It's not happened yet, but I can feel the slip on the 14th day and so I have two choices. Let go and crash or top up and top up and top up in order to delay the inevitable. And I feel like this lyric..."boys just pass you around, then we all get high 5's". Except it's me passing me around, but not out of slutty fascination, more out of some dellusional sense of kissing all the frogs in order to find the prince. It's not working.