I had a friend
Who moved to San Francisco, yeah
He said the air was cleaner there
He said his sister’s still alive
But her kid’s on some new kind of drug

Help me to finally understand
Why the pain travels up from the pen to my hand
To my brain, through my lungs
Where I can’t breathe anymore
Because my oxygen ran low

She said it feels so great not to feel anything
You gotta try it sometime, because it’s addicting
She said it feels so great not to feel anything
You gotta try it sometime, because it’s addicting

Well I hate the way that you talk about your piercings
Like they will mean something one day
You only got them because your mom hates the way that they look

Well, alright, alright, I’ll take you home this time
So you and your drunk friends can stay alive
And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy
When I walk you to the door tonight, alright
Alright, I’ll take you home this time
So you and your drunk friends can stay alive
And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy
And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy, alright
Alright, I’ll take you home this time
So you and your drunk friends can stay alive
And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy
And I love the way you say I’m such a good guy tonight