I can′t open up to you

Me and my friends are lonely

I don't know what to doI 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