My friends will reveal themselves to me They are not what they are trying to be We share polluted fantasies We are old and weary My friends are making a scene The room feels like a fever dream Drunk and dreary schemes Forget about, forget about, forget about mental hygiene We're the scum of this town Our broken dreams lie all around our feet My friends they got nothing else to do Too jaded to fight for something new We share polluted fantasies We are old and weary My friends are making a scene The room feels like a fever dream Drunk and dreary schemes Forget about, forget about, forget about mental hygiene My friends are making a scene The room feels like a fever dream Drunk and dreary schemes Forget about, forget about, forget about mental hygiene We're the scum of this town Our broken dreams lie all around our feet