I've changed and my friends have too
So little time and so much inside
I'm tired and destitute
Whine, whine, whine, then shut up! It's fine!
But to myself - always to myself
Where the f*ck are all my friends?
Yeah, they're just like oxygen
Breathable but thin - I'm a flame at their expense
Maybe I'm just an awful person?
Quick to think that I don't deserve them
Or maybe I'm doing fine
And they're just a waste of time?