The stars seem close to us tonight.
From this lonely highway, we made our own way back home.
All my friends are all goners,
We're all that's left in town.
I can't breathe without choking
on words I never said.
I'll write this on your tombstone.
Tonight I'll stare at everything & everyone around here,
but all I'll see in the end is nothing.
All these shitty moods are building up around us,
but can we all end tonight without ripping each other's heads off?
There's gotta be some way to get out of this without living in static.
Someone keeps making jokes, but no one's laughing.
Cause we grew out of this place without asking ourselves,
What the fuck will we do next?
All my friends are all goners,
We're all that's left in town.
I can't breathe without choking
on words I never said.
I'll write this on your tombstone.
Dear my friends I can't tell you how sorry that I am.
I hope you can remember