Bad things happen everyday
Cancer and murder and herpes and AIDS
We'll all die alone someday,
I hope we don't die alone

And our vices make it bearable enough,
To know our lives are shit, but to not give a fuck
They make it bearable enough to help us on our way
But still it feels nice to feel alive
To try to find a home or someplace to thrive
It feels great to be alive except for all those times we feel dead

And how do we maintain our buoyancy in this
Salty lake of shit and tears and murder and disease?
How do we keep ourselves afloat in all this sad stuff?

I've gotta know the answers I've gotta know it now
And I need to know the answers I have to know how

We'll all die alone someday, I hope we don't die alone