Humming the tune to keep the chattering voice out
While running to where they're smoking
and drinking in the treehouse
And then find your way home...

Immortals with no morals and no hang ups

Yeah, you just want to get drunk and get fucked.. Up again
And then find the way home...

Always clumsy at the post bank
Lost in foreign land
I'm begging in a language that no one understands
And I would have dropped a quarter when I got back to the states
But the morning's almost over and I guess I missed the wake
Well, I missed you.

More insight
On with life
More insight
On with life
Well I get more insight
on with life
More insight
On with life

And I won't let it bring me down.

I know I'm never gonna see you again
But I'm thankful for the time that we spent
And every time I lose a friend, I lose another layer of my armor.