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 coped, smothered in smoke Deep high, drape my soul in 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 have bled in Picture perfect victim, oh how that's so sadistic I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with ya On the 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 pay Oh is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay I can't open up to you Me and my friends are lonely I don't 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 that I'd be the one to die alone