A place for my head

All my fake friends and all of their noise, complain about work.
They're studying business, I study the floor...

and you haven't stopped smoking all night.
Maybe the Internet raised us...

Or maybe people are jerks.
People are talking, 

people are talking,
but not you.
Raise a glass, cause I'm not done saying it.
They all wanna get rough, get away with it.
Let them talk cause we're dancing in this world alone, 

world alone, 

we're all alone.

I know we're not everlasting,
we're a train wreck waiting to happen.
One day the blood won't flow so gladly...
One day we'll all get still.
People are talking, people are talking.
People are talking, people are talking.
People are talking, people are talking
Let them talk.