Open Casket کے بول

My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck Hanging high up on a horse Hanging heavy from their old routines They wake up still uninspired with no regrets Hungover and divorced, they torch their twenties like it's kerosene Carrying on and on I can't decide If I should stay or sleep outside With that look of sheer distress from left to right My friends from where I'm from, they want my neck Hanging high up on a noose Hanging heavy from the guillotine The wake would go unattended, no respects But I'd feel better as a corpse Than a boring bitter living thing So I'm carrying on and on I can't decide Should I stay or sleep outside With that look of sheer distress from left to right You showed up late, per usual But you wore my favorite dress And then there's me, as always, just a mess Just like always, I'm just a mess My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck