Everyone wants to say they knew him
everyone wants to think they knew her
in a town where friends passed are collected like trading cards.
We only reach for her now that she is gone
we only cry to show off our tears
those who cry in silence are the ones who hurt the most
while our friends say "look at this pain, this pain I alone feel."
Everyone wants to think they knew him
everyone wants to say they knew her.
In a town where the only way to be famous is to die
we laugh at those who can't remember
we laugh because we ourselves forget
those who swallow it with booze can't feel it
but us who don't still only crawl.
Everyone wants to say they knew him
everyone wants to think they knew her
everyone wants to think
everyone wants to say
"I knew him. I knew him. I knew him."
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