My friends don't cry, they tuck it in and then they drink 
at night.
My friends won't die, they walk it off until it's all 
alrightÂ…they walk.
My pride sure shies, it hides itself inside a hole at 
night.
But my friend, I don't lie, I 'll make you feel like it's 
the end of your life if I have to.
God damn I want to.
It would take my life to test the waters that you're 
swimming in so this is the end.
It's where you die. It's where I want you to be. You're 
dead.
Four-day friends, wishing you were coming home.
So go on, go back and find yourself or find out who you 
want to be.
To live, and laugh, and love, and sing, and cryÂ…just keep 
it away (from me)
I don't think myself to sleep each I lay down I just 
sleep
To God I promise, sweet God I promise that I'm going to 
call you and tell you how much
better off I am.