Dead Friends - I Am the Avalanche

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