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
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