Drunk with the only saints i knowEveryone was wearing their halosThis is how we look when we dieDecorations on the tablesX-marks over our eyesCleanse the faces ofAll the ones you loveThink about how your friends areAll the people who you’ll ever do wrongJust because they’ll love you anywaysDoesnt mean they forget everything you sayIm not so sure about anythingI never stop and think about anything at allIm not so sure about anyoneI never stop and think about anyone at allThis is how we all look when we dieIm pretty sure we’re crazy, saying that we’re all just assholes