All My Favourite People Are Sad Songtext
All our conversation turns to prayer
Melancholy smile beneath your stare
I sometimes feel like you're not really there
Wait for me
Show me back to central
Keep a face in all of your despair
Driving through this chaos everywhere
I still see the colours in your hair
Wait for me
Melancholy smile beneath your stare
I sometimes feel like you're not really there
Wait for me
Show me back to central
Keep a face in all of your despair
Driving through this chaos everywhere
I still see the colours in your hair
Wait for me
Show me back to central
We're not that fucked up
We're down on our luck
But I'm high all the time
And we're running from nothing
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know
Like Drinking on weekdays, talking in cliches
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know, like
Watching the TV, fucking and sleeping
I was seventeen when my girlfriend put the glass shards to her neck
And I was eighteen when I walked in and she was passed out off of ket
I just turned twenty-one when my lil bro tried to OD off of pills Remember the phone call gave me chills I let the tears dry where they spilled
Maybe I'm fucked up in the head
Cos all of my best friends are depressed
I never answer when the phone rings
Cos I'm scared somebody's dead
Skin colour cocaine like a corpse
Weighing on my conscience and my chest
Didn't even see the signs in my X
Tell me Y generation Z feels like
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know
Like Drinking on weekdays, talking in cliches
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know, like
Watching the TV, fucking and sleeping
All of the people I love wanna die
All of my friends are depressed, so am I
So I stay up all night, laugh till I cry
Benzos and Prozacs and SSRIs, I said
All of my favourite people are sad
We're not that fucked up
We're down on our luck
But I'm high all the time
And we're running from nothing
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know
Like Drinking on weekdays, talking in cliches
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know, like
Watching the TV, fucking and sleeping
I was seventeen when my girlfriend put the glass shards to her neck
And I was eighteen when I walked in and she was passed out off of ket
I just turned twenty-one when my lil bro tried to OD off of pills Remember the phone call gave me chills I let the tears dry where they spilled
Maybe I'm fucked up in the head
Cos all of my best friends are depressed
I never answer when the phone rings
Cos I'm scared somebody's dead
Skin colour cocaine like a corpse
Weighing on my conscience and my chest
Didn't even see the signs in my X
Tell me Y generation Z feels like
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know
Like Drinking on weekdays, talking in cliches
All of my favourite people are sad
It's holding me back, I know, yeah
It's holding me back, I know, like
Watching the TV, fucking and sleeping
All of the people I love wanna die
All of my friends are depressed, so am I
So I stay up all night, laugh till I cry
Benzos and Prozacs and SSRIs, I said
All of my favourite people are sad
