Me and My Friends Are Lonely

I can't open up to you

Me and my friends are lonely

I don't know what to do

I always figured I'd be

The one to die alone

I cope, smothered in smoke

Dehydrate my soul and

I know things that you don't

I've met murdering folk and

They took one of our own

They took our innocent home so

I can't open up to you

Me and my friends are lonely

I don't know what to do

I always figured I'd be

The one to die alone

So is there any lesson in confessing

That you posted up like Jesus on the corner

Selling baggies full of blessing?

Is it stressing all the things that you have morally accepted?

Is it vexing wearing clothes that you were bled in?

Picture perfect victim, well aware they're so sadistic

I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with you

On a street when I forgot, the city breathes when I do not

If I leave it does not stop here, no

So is there any treason in the tricky little price I paid?

Oh, is there any treason in the tricky little price I paid?

I can't open up to you

Me and my friends are lonely

I don't know what to do

I always figured I'd be

The one to die alone

I always figured I'd be

The one to die alone

I always figured I'd be

The one to die alone