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