For My Friends

Wake full day by day
Rustle my tongue on your face
I can't even believe
The shit I tell myself

Focus on the good lord
I haven't got the time
The only guilt I feel now
Is when they ask for dimes

But I think these things
Have a way of working out
Even though we're hopeless
And all live in doubt

But I think these things
Have a way of working out
Even though we're pointless
And all live in doubt

Submerge my face down
Look to see my friends
Can't believe their mine
Call my life sublime
Call it second life