Your Friends Will Carry You Home

Where no council is the people fall
But in the multitude of council there is safety
Your friends will carry you home
You will get drunk and you will get sad
And they will sit with you on gray curbs under yellow street lights
And they'll let you talk
Your friends will carry you home
Your friends will sleep with you once and you'll think it was often
And you'll friends will get you high
Your friends will have babies and they'll work jobs you look down on
But don't you judge them
Your friends will carry you home
Your friends will carry you home
Your friends will succeed and they'll fuck up
And they'll find god or drugs, and none of this is right
Your friends will call you unshaven and scared shitless in Texas
And they won't fail when they say, “God I'm in bad shape right now!”

Your friends will carry you home

Your friends will date each other, write each other stories
Your friends will die and so will you
Your friends will return to the earth and sing as skeletons and shifting, churning soil.