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
Dehydrate my soul and
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 were bled in?

Picture perfect victim well aware they're so sadistic
I was looking for a purpose would it chance ya had some with ya
On a 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 of pain?
Oh is there any treason in the tricky little price of pain?

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