There was a man who said the friendships we make are the most honest things in life
Said man was also a f**ing idiot
Whatever works out the same in the end
Block out the people we've f**ed over on the way
One thing that man did say
I'm sure you get answers straight in hell
This one's for martyrs
Have fun, leave me here
This one's for you
That girl that thought that I'd be different
I'm beginning to take my foot out of the door
Because I keep waiting on the same lies
I'd be a sport and shut up
But it happens so often
I think of the worst in most, and I hate being right
Whatever works out the same in the end
But never works out at all
One thought that I can't shake is the f**ing laughs and "I told you so"s
This one's for all the man I tried to be
This shot's for all of our wasted times
Where the f** did I go wrong in a way of life we used to lead?
And what the f** do I remember?
Not a damn thing
What did we promise then?
What went wrong?
It's taking all I have to go on
If we all had a rocket, your a** would be the first one to go
Because everyone's your friend when you've got nobody else