All my friends on antidepressants aren't fun anymore I'm not fun anymore I'm not fun All my friends on antidepressants don't write good songs anymore I don't write good songs anymore I don't write songs All my friends are dead And I live through books instead Thinking a lot about death Cause it's all we've got left There's no such thing as your heaven No feeling like the present You're just an accident Futile beings in present tense You're not completely alone But you're pretty damn close Our history is just an anchor of identity To all my friends upstairs I'll quietly announce That I've given up at last Up at last