we're all fucking alone (Maybe we're all dying)

So when I sat behind the drumset
Your heartbeat's what I tried to play
But with the kick and snare so careless,
not in time
So you got ahead of me
And I guess I'm still dragging behind

I had a friend who changed his name but couldn't change himself
Never quite figured out
How to deal with what life had dealt
He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell
Who would've imagined it
Could've worked out so well?

Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room