Besedila: Josiah Leming. All My Friends.

Tell me, if I come do i ever get to go?
Or will you just break down and cry
God bless your soul
When everbody sees we're growing cold
But you don't know
That lately, i've been unable to hold down all the air
And i know i always swore i'd never swear
But i'm growing so damn tired of getting old
And getting cold, God bless my soul

All my friends are telling me
Everything that i could be
And i just smile, but secretly
I think i'm starting to believe
I'm gonna make it out of here

Give me intoxication over sobriety
Give me proof of everything that you believe
I really don't appreciate you preaching to me
Can't you see?
Oh, you'll see that i'm more that just a waste of given space
Or a rejection of your offer of some grace
Cause i know that there's a time and there's a place for me
And i can see

That all my friends are telling me
Everything that i should be
So i just smile, but secretly
I know i'm starting to believe
I'm gonna make it out of here

Girl i swear to you i'll never let them tear my soul out
Try as though they may they'll surely fail without a doubt
Looking back we'll wonder what we were so sad about
The best days of our lives pass by before we figure out

That all my friends believe in me
And everything i'm gonna be
So we just smile, and we start to sing
To anyone and everything
We're gonna make it out
We're gonna make it out
We're gonna make it out
Oh, we've gotta make it out of here