Dead Friends

Like you I will end up like dirt in the end
You wanted to be with all your dead friends
Now you're not anywhere else but my head

I saw you on TV before all of this
You crawled out the car you drove and you flipped
Your own meds only ever made you more sick

No one comes around here much anymore

The wind won't let me win when it blows
It screams and bellows "so it goes"
As above so below
As above, so

The righteous man claims eternity
For your impiety
The sympathetic folks claim that you're now free
From your skin suit of anxiety

No one comes around here much anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Hoover
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