All My Friends Are Depressed

All my friends are depressed

Over worked under stress

Just trying to make it through the year with less and less

All my friends are getting sick

Weighted down with politics

Something in reality doesn’t quite click

If your escapism is a sign

That something in your stars aren’t quite in line

Change what you can, what you control

Let the rest wash over you, try not to fold

All my friends under duress

Waiting for whatever’s next

What can be taken to cut us off at the knees

All my friends are in a mess

Scrambling for security

And I’m not an exception by any stretch

If your escapism is a sign

That something in your stars aren’t quite in line

Change what you can, what you control

Let the rest wash over you, try not to fold

Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious

We’re all just rain clouds with a sunny disposition

If your escapism is a sign

That something in your stars aren’t quite in line

Change what you can, what you control

Let the rest wash over you, try not to fold