Sex, Death and the Infinite Void
The very thoughts we're taught to avoid
I breathe them out as you breathe them in
My rent-a-heart is overdue
I'm such a disappointment to you
We're 30 now we should have thought this through

And at night we'd get so drunk
We'd try to feel nothing at all
And

All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt
All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt

Each day I awake to the death of a dream
That I wont mourn; loss becomes routine
I'm breathing in to counts of ten
My confidant my dearest friend
I watched you grow as you watched me bend
Then cried myself to sleep again

Now you drift in this reality
You lost your way somewhere with me
And

All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt
All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt

Getting high has got us all so low
Getting high has got us all so low
I'm so sorry if I've failed you
You know I love you so

All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt
All my friends
All my friends
All my friends hurt