Open Casket

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

Hung over 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