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