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 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