Me and My Friends Are Lonely - Matt Maeson

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