Bad things happen everyday
Cancer and murder and herpes and AIDS
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone

And our vices make it bearable enough
To know our lives are shit but to not give a fuck
They make it bearable enough to help us on our way

But still it feels nice to feel alive
To try to find a house or home or some place to thrive
It feels great to be alive
Except for all those times we feel dead

And how do we maintain our buoyancy?
In this salty lake of shit, tears, and murder and disease
How do we keep ourselves afloat?
In all this sad stuff

I've gotta know the answers
I've gotta know it now
And I need to know the answers, I have to know how
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone