

Standards
Into It. Over It.
2016
2016
[Verse 1]
My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck
Hanging high up on a horse
Hanging heavy from their old routines
They wake up still uninspired with no regrets
Hungover and divorced, they torch their twenties like it's kerosene...
Open Casket
Into It. Over It.
[Verse 1]
My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck
Hanging high up on a horse
Hanging heavy from their old routines
They wake up still uninspired with no regrets
Hungover and divorced, they torch their twenties like it's kerosene
[Chorus]
Carrying on and on
I can't decide
If I should stay or sleep outside
With that look of sheer distress from left to right
[Verse 2]
My friends from where I'm from, they want my neck
Hanging high up on a noose
Hanging heavy from the guillotine
The wake would go unattended, no respects
But I'd feel better as a corpse
Than a boring bitter living thing
[Chorus]
So I'm carrying on and on
I can't decide
Should I stay or sleep outside
With that look of sheer distress from left to right
[Bridge]
You showed up late, per usual
But you wore my favorite dress
And then there's me, as always, just a mess
Just like always, I'm just a mess
[Outro]
My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck
My friends from where I'm from are all a wreck
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Mashable confirms the rather obvious:
Album opener “Open Casket” is about [Weiss's] “uninspired” friends from back home who “want my neck hangin' high up on a noose,” but Weiss hits back in a biting way: “I'd feel better as a corpse/ Than a boring [bitter] living thing.”