What's the point in reaching you, my lonely friend?
What's the point in friends if friends cannot offend?
I am not impressed not that, I claim to know what's best
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day
The sun's your excuse to hide away
So why?
What about the dreams that keep you up at night?
What about the people each day passing you by?
I am not impressed not that, I claim to know what's best
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day
The sun's your excuse to hide away
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why?
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why? So why? So why?
What's the point in reaching you, my lonely friend?
What's the point in friends if friends can't make amends?
I am most impressed you have ripped
The heart clean out of your chest
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day
The sun's your excuse to stow away
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why?
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why?
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why?
You're all alone, you're by your phone
You're probably stoned, so why?
So why deny everyone? So why deny everyone?

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