Open Casket - Into It. Over It.

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