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
 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, overwhelmed and so sadistic
 I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with you
 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 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 that I'd be the one to die alone
 
 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
 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, overwhelmed and so sadistic
 I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with you
 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 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 that I'd be the one to die alone
 
 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
 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, overwhelmed and so sadistic
 I was looking for a purpose, what a chance you had some with you
 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 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 that I'd be the one to die alone