For My Friends

Wake full day by day Rustle my tongue on your face I can't even believe The shit I tell myself Focus on the good lord I haven't got the time The only guilt I feel now Is when they ask for dimes But I think these things Have a way of working out Even though we're hopeless And all live in doubt But I think these things Have a way of working out Even though we're pointless And all live in doubt Submerge my face down Look to see my friends Can't believe their mine Call my life sublime Call it second life