May we never be caught dead saying we ain't got friends

Cos the patches that are stitched to an array of fabrics

From Melbourne to Toronto go to show

That this woe-is-me mentality you get wrapped tight in is bullshit

It's hard-wired into your circuits

It's in your bones when you feel so alone

A community in which each individual's convinced that they're on their own

It's how the bosses thrive, you hand over your life cos nothing else felt right

When are we gonna get to a stage

In the frameworks that connect us to our friends

Where when we say "they're in a better place"

It doesn't mean that they're dead

And may I never be caught dead saying I'm restless once again

And running rampant in the repetitive roundabouts as they occupy my head

Every now and then, as I embrace sedation

And wonder why I'm numb

Cos once the feeling comes back I'm underprepared

And scared of what's to come

And what's become of the shred of light we still get from the Sun

Optimism swapped out for alarm at the cancer risks

When are we gonna get to a stage

In the frameworks that connect us to our friends

Where when we say "they're in a better place"

It doesn't mean that they're dead

So when the city's sold us out

And the comedown's snatched us up

What's left to do but spectate

And say "maybe it's just all fucked"