Your Friend Probably Does D****

**[VERSE 1]** Your friend probably does drugs Your mom drinks wine at five Your brother works himself to death And calls that shit a life Your boss is on his fourth divorce Still answering emails in bed Everybody found a little way To get the fuck out of their head We grew up watching buildings burn Through six-inch glowing screens Learned “everything is normal” Means exactly what it seems Like — Don’t cry here Don’t break there Keep your fucking hands clean While the whole damn world gets uglier In high-definition 4K **[PRE-CHORUS]** So what’s your thing? What shuts it up? What makes the room stop moving? Don’t look at me like you don’t know Exactly what we’re doing **[CHORUS]** Your friend probably does drugs Maybe you just never asked Maybe they just got real fucking good At putting makeup on the cracks Your friend probably does drugs Or runs until their lungs give up Or fucks somebody they don’t love Or buys another useless cup We all got something We all got one A little emergency exit When existing isn’t fun So save the fucking sermon Save the “what have you become?” Your friend probably does drugs And you probably do **something** **[VERSE 2]** Maybe yours comes with a paycheck Maybe theirs comes in a bag Maybe somebody calls it healing If the branding isn’t bad Somebody scrolls until sunrise Somebody starves for control Somebody prays so fucking hard They don’t have to feel at all Somebody’s always at the gym Somebody never goes home Somebody laughs through every funeral So nobody fucking knows We turned coping into aesthetics Put a filter on collapse “If you’re gonna lose your shit, babe, At least make it match.” **[PRE-CHORUS]** What’s your thing? What kills the noise? What makes you disappear? Everybody’s got a trapdoor We just name them different here **[CHORUS]** Your friend probably does drugs Maybe you just never asked Maybe they just got real fucking good At putting makeup on the cracks Your friend probably does drugs Or runs until their lungs give up Or fucks somebody they don’t love Or buys another useless cup We all got something We all got one A little emergency exit When existing isn’t fun So save the fucking sermon Save the “what have you become?” Your friend probably does drugs And you probably do **something** **[BREAKDOWN]** EVERYBODY’S GOT A FUCKING OFF SWITCH Some click Some smoke Some drink Some choke Some pray Some spend Some bend Some BREAK Some sleep twelve hours Some don’t sleep at all Some need somebody underneath them Just to feel something at all Some make art Some make money Some make everybody laugh Anything to keep from asking How the fuck we got like that **[BRIDGE]** We were kids when the world got mean Now we’re adults with receipts For every little temporary heaven That we bought just to get some peace And I’m not saying it’s okay I’m not saying let it win I’m saying maybe stop pretending You don’t understand the fucking thing You know why people disappear You know why people need escape When every year becomes another “Once-in-a-lifetime” fucking day **[FINAL CHORUS]** Your friend probably does drugs Your friend probably cries alone Your friend probably has three versions Of themselves depending who is home Your friend probably does drugs Or something cleaner for the press We’ve all got ways of going numb Some just photograph better than the rest We all got something We all got one A little emergency exit When the whole world weighs a ton So save the fucking sermon We already know it sucks Your friend probably does drugs Your dad probably does something Your sister probably does something Your neighbor probably does something Your favorite fucking person does something **You do too.** **[OUTRO]** No halo No villain No clean way through Just everybody trying Not to feel Everything All at once Your friend probably does drugs But that was never really What this song was about.