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
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