I had a friend

Who moved to San Francisco, yeah

He said the air was cleaner there

He said his sister’s still alive

But her kid’s on some new kind of drug

Help me to finally understand

Why the pain travels up from the pen to my hand

To my brain, through my lungs

Where I can’t breathe anymore

Because my oxygen ran low

She said it feels so great not to feel anything

You gotta try it sometime, because it’s addicting

She said it feels so great not to feel anything

You gotta try it sometime, because it’s addicting

Well I hate the way that you talk about your piercings

Like they will mean something one day

You only got them because your mom hates the way that they look

Well, alright, alright, I’ll take you home this time

So you and your drunk friends can stay alive

And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy

When I walk you to the door tonight, alright

Alright, I’ll take you home this time

So you and your drunk friends can stay alive

And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy

And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy, alright

Alright, I’ll take you home this time

So you and your drunk friends can stay alive

And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy

And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy tonight