All My Friends

All my friends in magazines

Got addicted to the word, 'leave'

And they all wrote love songs that they believed

Little lies and massive dreamsThey all request that you slow down

They all request that you slow down

You've got to turn it around

And make a saveThere's a whore inside their bed

The duvets wish that they were still wet

And all the songs they wrote instead

Your ex-lover is not deadThey all request that you slow down

They all request that you slow down

You've got to turn it around

And make a save