My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck Hangin' high up on a horse Hangin' heavy from their old routines They wake up still uninspired with no regrets Hungover and divorced, they torch their 20s like it's kerosene Carrying on and on I can't decide If we should stay or sleep outside That look of sheer distress from left to right My friends from where I'm from, they want my neck Hangin' 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 barely-living thing So I'm carrying on and on I can't decide Should I stay or sleep outside The 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