Dead Friends
Here it is
It's the letter you wrote
The night before you died
Just so we would all know
That it was not all good
In fact, the bottom dropped out
Oh, Katie, my love,
There's nothing we can do now
There was no one around
Only strangers and sort-of friends
And you were bummed on the news
That they had met without you
They're sick of you being sick of yourself
Katie, you carry the weight of the world
I carry some weight myself
You carry the weight of the world
It's dying in your arms again
Rewind the tapes and the years
Back to punk shows and diner food
Now NOFX is in town
And you're not in the mood
I'm sick of you being sick of yourself
Katie, you carry the weight of the world
I carry some weight myself
You carry the weight of the world
It's dying in your arms again
You don't love anything anymore
We've been worried sick for you
And it's time you came back home
Katie, you carry the weight of the world
I carry some weight myself
You carry the weight of the world
It's dying in your arms
Oh, Katie, you carry the weight of the world
I carry some weight myself
You carry the weight
Here it is
It's the letter you wrote
Oh, Katie, my love
There's nothing we can do now