The new year was cold and I lost a friend, driving in his car he put a gun up to his head,
while others have since been replaced by my enemies with a familiar face,

it felt better when I wasn't alone,
it felt better when I wasn't at home,
this place became a burden,
a place I had outgrown, time and distance made strangers out of everyone I know,

more desperate than I'd like to admit,
more weak than I see fit, more desperate than I would like to admit,
well I'll bury myself if no one wants to help I'll bury myself,

you lose one friend you lose all friends and you lose yourself,
it felt better when I wasn't alone, it felt better when
I wasn't at home whoever said you've got to get dead to get ahead it felt better when i wasn't at home