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'VE CARRIED SOME WEIGHT MYSELF. YOU CARRY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD. IT'S DYING IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN. REWIND THE TAPE SEVEN 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. YOU DON'T LOVE ANYTHING ANYMORE. WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK FOR YOU, AND IT'S TIME YOU CAME BACK HOME.