Lyrics: Dropout Year. Seven Unreturned Phone Calls. Tragedy.

Hear me out, my friend in doubt.
Youll surely drown with this life youve found.
And your dieing to just find these tears to cry
But youre too high to realize
That Ive by your side.

Its my style to run away.
Ill face tomorrow but I just cant face today.
Its my style to run away.
Ill be back tomorrow, but todays too late. (x2)

You let your addiction turn our friendship into fiction.
Youre the boy who never listened. (X2)

You let your addiction turn our friendship into fiction.
I really wish you would have listened