What Goes Up Must Come Down

Primakova

It’s six in the morning but it feels like it’s ten
The pain in your head has returned once again
It was your answer, your bounty, your prayer
You consumed more than you were aware

(Chorus)
What goes up must come down
Denial overcomes the doubt
What goes up must come down
But when you open your mouth to shout
Only silence makes it out

The night gone before you simply cannot recall
A blur in a mist but then just nothing at all
But still you insist that you had a great time
And the abuse is somehow kind of benign

(Bridge)
Your friends turn their backs
Yet you can’t grasp quite why they should
Still you’re convinced that you’re just misunderstood
But then you would