all my friends

All my friends are depressed or unstable But there are some things that are better unwritten Can't put a rhyme or a fable to a ketamine label Won't write a ballad that would hurt them to listen Put your hands into fists in the darkness Let your cigarettes burn in the grass Left to smoke out the anger of all the names of my nightmares You're not my savior but you'd fight for my past And what do you say when it all comes undone When all of the saints and the prophets are the same ones To hide all the pain and then ask you to not look To drown out the rain in the stain glass and hymn books Is it enough to just believe Or can I lie somewhere in between Sometimes darkness is better than daylight Sometimes it's easier to sink than to swim When it hurts to explain all the fog in your brain When some questions are better unanswered And there's a line between profound and prideful Preach to the choir of cynics who care You didn't know what to say so you yelled in God's name Left a ruin that no one can repair And what do you say when it all comes undone When all of the saints and the prophets are the same ones To hide all the pain and then ask you to not look To drown out the rain in the stain glass and hymn books Is it enough to just believe Or can I lie somewhere in between And what do you say when it all comes undone When all of the saints and the prophets are the same ones To hide all the pain and then ask you to not look To drown out the pain in the stain glass and hymn books Is it enough to just believe Or can I lie somewhere in between All my friends are depressed or unstable But there are some things that are better unwritten